How life changes

Starting this semester was emotional for me, and I’ve been taking notice of how things have changed since my first year at Cecil. In all honesty, I didn’t really remember what it felt like to be a freshman. I must have blocked the majority of those experiences out of my mind. On Tuesday, when I walked into biology, all of those feelings came back to me at once.

The class was primarily made up of freshmen. As I sat at my desk, I was very aware of that. They were all organized, with their textbooks and schedules neatly laid out in front of them, nervously awaiting the arrival of the professor. All I had in front of me was a notebook and some coffee. I didn’t feel out of place necessarily, just nostalgic. The time before the professor walked in was spent thinking how I’m actually going to miss this school when I leave it.

Later in the day, a student frantically asked me how to get to his classroom, as he was running late. That same feeling of nostalgia hit me while I was giving him directions to the proper building. I came to the realization that, not too long ago, had been me hurrying off to find a classroom.

I’m not going to lament about how bittersweet it is to grow up and look at the past, but often things do seem to change all at once. Day to day, life seems to go by the same way. Looking back, however, absolutely everything is different.