Could things go any slower?

This is the point where one feels like time has stopped. There's a chronology that I have uncovered in my time as a student. Here it is:

First year: You feel happy to be a part of this new system. You think your friends are the greatest. You relish your new found freedom and independence. You take up drinking.

Second year: You break up with your residence boyfriend/girlfriend and realize that student house living isn't as great as you imagined. You begin to understand the difference between friends and those you can live with. You wonder when school got hard.

Third year: You are forced to come to some kind of decision regarding what you want to do upon graduation because you realize time is a tickin'. Your friends drop like flies from the 'undecided' camp, abandoning you in uncertainty. You come up with some uninspired plan that will tide you over for a while. You find out who you are. You start to get restless in the small town you chose to go to school in.

Fourth year: You feel too big for the chairs (in the I'm so old kind of way), and talk amongst your friends as if you've been around campus for ages. "When I was in first year we had to walk ten kilometeres to get to the cafeteria". You start having fun and going out. You exercise and study. You make friends with profs. You make rash decisions to go to Korea, putting aside your plan from third year.

Fourth year, second semester: You feel like time has stopped as you count the months, and days, and hours until you walk across the stage to receive your diploma . You stop exercising and eat whatever passes by. You don't feel like being friendly to the geeks in band 'cause you're leaving anyway. You spend your time blogging like a geek in band.

Okay, so maybe it's not completely accurate for everyone, but wow, does it every apply to me! Amazing! I'm good.