“Isn’t weird that the amount of time we have actually spent together doesn’t even equal a year?”
A question asked by many a friend this summer and answered each time as…yes, it is very weird.
I have been growing with my Lovewell family for the past 6 years. Each summer ends with an inspiring show, classic songs, inappropriate jokes, and thousands of memories. My Lovewell family consists of students, my best friends ever, and my most admired mentors. I learn life lessons on a regular basis from those I look up to and I hope to pass them on to those looking up to me. We have no trouble staying up however late in order to get through everyone’s kind thoughts or to make sure everyone gets their turn in the chair of truth or a round of nit-picker. But these crazy, weird, funny, emotional, perfect moments have time limits every summer. 6 weeks. Just over a month. Goodbye.
My dear “cruise friends.” You proceed to impact my life every summer and I will proceed to miss you through out the year.
If I had a dollar for how many times I remark on how quickly time passed by, I would say goodbye to college loans. Actually, since High School I can’t recall a time where I wished the day would end or the clock was moving too slow. Now, the hands of the clock are on speed! All the time! Is this life now? I’m realizing that this inconvenient truth has no real solution accept to very seriously not let a moment pass by. I know, Holy Lame but I am already half way done with college…ya
So as this summer ends I vow to have an insane year, full of good life decisions made after enjoying poor ones, explorations worthy of writing a book, and a life that one day with be played out on the big screen by Zooey Deschanel. Basically I want fun stories to tell my kids 
