There is no doubt that summer is officially here. I’ve finally given in and decided to move my sweaters to the suitcases, because I’m simply don’t have enough hangers for the newly added summer wardrobe and the closet is starting to look a bit claustrophobic. This could also be the start of…packing. Packing up my life here at Duke for the very last time. It’s going to a sad exercise.

But I’m not quite done yet. Before I can throw my hands up in celebration for the completion of this semester, and college, there are just several more papers and one last final to be done. And then…and then it’s graduation, saying goodbyes, and going home. I don’t think I ever imagined college graduation very much. I kind of stopped anticipating the future because I got too busy figuring out the present. I remember all through out high school I impatiently waited and dreamed of college; in fact, my whole life I’ve looked forward and fantasized about college. Once I got here, the dreaming, the fantasizing just all stopped. Staying on top of the present was enough to occupy all of my thoughts, tomorrow will come, and usually sooner than I expected.

After this summer I won’t be coming back. Somehow, I imagined four years to last a bit longer than this.