Time flies when you’re having fun. Or in our case, time flies when your term is packed back-to-back with midterms, meetings, lunch dates and midnight cram sessions. The break-neck speed of a term can often leave one disoriented and confused by Week Nine — wasn’t it only Week Two just a moment ago? Time warps in weird ways here.
The leaves turn in the blink of an eye. Shades of red and orange color our landscape in a flash and disappear almost as fast. Blink twice, and there is snow on the ground, our technicolor campus now iced over. Blink three times, and the snow has melted and mud sinks beneath our feet as we trek across the Green. Birds are home again and flowers bloom from beneath. Or for seniors, it’s blink three times and you’re almost out the door.
How we do measure time here? Is it by terms? By seasons? By how long the KAF line is?
However you may measure time, one thing is certain: the direction it moves — forward. Whether you only have a little bit more time left in this place, or what may seem like forever, try not to waste it. You won’t be able to get it back.
