Life...flows every so quickly. Too quickly in all cases. Four weeks and I leave the protection and solace of school perhaps forever. Feelings bustle up within me uncontrollable. That which resides above all is sadness. A sort of pleasant sadness in remembering all of the wonderful moments shared. Spending nights high in the third floor lab working diligently (and many times cluelessly) on projects galore. All of the amazing professors that have pushed us to the limit of our abilities and beyond. Also the timeless bonds we have formed... It reveals itself as a pleasant sadness. I have worked harder in the past four years then I had in my entire life. But without a doubt, those years were the best in my life. The river, however, continues to flow onto a new stage. I still have trouble looking ahead and realizing how close we are to the end. Not that I am unprepared...more than I'm afraid. Afraid to lose the perfectness that exists now...afraid to never experience such amazing moments again. I have been told that I worry too much...I do. This is actually a new beginning not an end... A chance for new experiences and times. With this thought I end my rant on an excited note. I am excited about breaking free of this enclosure and opening myself to all forms of new moments. But, never shall I forget the wonderful times bound up in these past four years.