2008 Woodie Awards
Senior Column
This is the last time
Sarah Morello
Issue date: 12/7/04 Section: Senior Column
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It was about three weeks ago. I was jumping on the couch in our lovely North 101 common room while listening to the stereo blare Fuel's "Last Time" and I realized this is the last time (what an amazing thought, I know).
This is the last time I will be jumping on the couch in North 101. The last time I live in this "high class" (compared to what I'll probably be living in sometime after graduation) apartment, with five of the best roommates I've had at Assumption College. This is my last time. This is our last time.
It took us approximately 16 years, but we are on our way to closing in on the only life we've ever known. Twelve years of learning brought us to these four. Four years, 28 school months, 112 weeks, 784 days, 8 semesters....which will all eventually come down to one. The last one.
No matter how you count it, the times shared at Assumption cannot be measured by any means of time. Freshman year is exactly what it's called: fresh. Supposedly, freshmen are supposed to be the opposite of seniors. But in a year where we are being forced to grow up, the only thing anyone seems to want to do is grow down. We are realizing that this is the last time; our slow death into the real world. This is the last time to have as much fun as you possibly can with the friends that may never be all together in the same spot ever again.
This is the last time to go to "Christmas in Charlie's", the last time for course selection, the last time for complaining about the alcohol policy. The end of Christmas lights as decorations-year round. The death of magazine advertisements and stolen street signs as pure works of art on our dorm room walls. Dancing on chairs at 2:00 a.m. and "surfing" on coffee tables with roommates will become extinct. No more Domino's at 3:00 a.m. This is our senior year, and it's ending one minute at a time.
Maybe it hasn't hit you yet, because it hasn't hit me, even as I sit and write this. But just as this semester comes to an end, so will our senior year. This is the time to do exactly what you have been meaning to do. Go out every night for two weeks straight (if you haven't already). Hang out with your old friends from freshman year that you have been meaning to chill with. Go do things you'd never thought you'd do. Attend a Start retreat or CAB meeting. Go to Live at Charlie's or President and Monty Plough's Christmas party. Maybe even check out the library. But whatever you plan to do, do it fast. The end is near.
This is the last time I will be jumping on the couch in North 101. The last time I live in this "high class" (compared to what I'll probably be living in sometime after graduation) apartment, with five of the best roommates I've had at Assumption College. This is my last time. This is our last time.
It took us approximately 16 years, but we are on our way to closing in on the only life we've ever known. Twelve years of learning brought us to these four. Four years, 28 school months, 112 weeks, 784 days, 8 semesters....which will all eventually come down to one. The last one.
No matter how you count it, the times shared at Assumption cannot be measured by any means of time. Freshman year is exactly what it's called: fresh. Supposedly, freshmen are supposed to be the opposite of seniors. But in a year where we are being forced to grow up, the only thing anyone seems to want to do is grow down. We are realizing that this is the last time; our slow death into the real world. This is the last time to have as much fun as you possibly can with the friends that may never be all together in the same spot ever again.
This is the last time to go to "Christmas in Charlie's", the last time for course selection, the last time for complaining about the alcohol policy. The end of Christmas lights as decorations-year round. The death of magazine advertisements and stolen street signs as pure works of art on our dorm room walls. Dancing on chairs at 2:00 a.m. and "surfing" on coffee tables with roommates will become extinct. No more Domino's at 3:00 a.m. This is our senior year, and it's ending one minute at a time.
Maybe it hasn't hit you yet, because it hasn't hit me, even as I sit and write this. But just as this semester comes to an end, so will our senior year. This is the time to do exactly what you have been meaning to do. Go out every night for two weeks straight (if you haven't already). Hang out with your old friends from freshman year that you have been meaning to chill with. Go do things you'd never thought you'd do. Attend a Start retreat or CAB meeting. Go to Live at Charlie's or President and Monty Plough's Christmas party. Maybe even check out the library. But whatever you plan to do, do it fast. The end is near.