senior

I remember returning to high school each year, surrounded by chaotic faces, anxious teachers, new and old, hair flying, arms wrapping around friends who had become strangers over the long summer, bodies squeezing through the eager nonsense that flooded the hallways. Returning for my senior year at college has been no different than that very experience that I eagerly awaited each year, then watched pass by much too quickly. I would like to go through life thinking, Never again will I be in this very moment, but such savory thoughts fail to resonate properly for me. At this point in life, growth is necessary, but like change, is often approached with gallons of apprehension.