Is exactly one month from tomorrow.
I'm not technically graduating since I have to student teach still.
However, I am walking and therefore I am halfway graduating.
It is coming up far too fast.
The real world is a month and a half away.
I officially got word today that my apartment is rented out for January.
I got the "you will pass this class, you proved me wrong" from the teacher that hated me.
I bought graduation invitations.
I have started to pack things up.
Projects are piling up and my apartment looks like a tornado went through it, this means its the end of semester.
I thought I was ready.
I thought I would be so excited for this time in my life.
I suppose to an extent I am.
But to another extent I do not want college to be over.
My roommate/best friend moves all of her things to Colorado in two and a half weeks.
She is leaving me.
I am leaving her.
We are graduating college together in one month.
We are moving on to our grown up lives.
I have one more month in this town.
I think I'm going to miss it like crazy.
The bars.
The large crowds after sporting events.
The restaurants.
The stores.
Target.
maurices.
The bros and the hoes.
The simple college life atmosphere.
The stupid freshman.
My two and a half years here feels like two and a half months at times.
While at other times it feels like 2 and a half million years.
When people say time flies as you get older...listen to them.
Its true.
People actually know what they are talking about.
Good times will be over before you even have time to enjoy them.