Our time here is measured in two ways. Monday mornings to Friday afternoons. Five day weeks. Fourteen week semesters. In one way our time is spent scribbling down answers, writing last minute papers, filling in those little bubbles, taking pages of notes. The rest of the time is measured by Friday night movies, and sleeping in, minutes and hours spent in front of the mirror, walking miles in the freezing cold, Sunday morning bunch, those classic songs that never get old. It's measured in memories, in drunk conversations in the middle of the night that turn into sober ones. In this way, time is determined by people. The ones that come and the ones that stay and the ones that leave; the relationships that are built here- they're the marker of time. The truth is either way you look at it, it's four years. It's eight semesters, twenty eight Saturday nights a year, twenty eight Monday mornings. We have four years to get it right, until our time here expires, until we're forced to face things a little more worrisome than Monday morning. Yet I feel like we live our lives here as if time will never run out. Like if the sand were to ever dwindle down, we could just flip it over and start again. I forget sometimes, how small and insignificant the amount of time four years is on the scale of our entire lives. Just a tiny speck on the journey. It's still new to us, this concept of time. It's still something we take for granted because we're young. We constantly pray for Friday night's quick arrival, we can't wait for that test to be over, or this horrible day to be done, we wish the time away before our twenty first birthdays because we always think there's bigger and greater things that lie in our future than what's here right now. And there probably are. But when I get there, if I ever make it to graduation day, I want to look back on my journey and be satisfied. I want to know I spent every moment exactly as I should have. Because I know this place, these people, this situation right now, this is just a phase in the journey. And I know one day, instead of wishing time away until the future, I'm going to want it back, this very moment right now. The good days and the bad days out of these four years, I'm going to want them all back.