The end. It’s a sore subject right now, so a lot of times when we mention it we’re met with a, “Don’t talk about it!” But we can’t stay away from the topic.

Somehow, three months passed between the day our coach first drove us up Manor Drive through the rain. Somehow, voices and faces that so recently belonged to strangers have become a regular part of each day. Somehow, we came and we lived and we explored so much we didn’t realize how fast time was moving. The end. How could it be only two weeks away?

Many of us have spent the last few days writing our British Studies honors final papers, trying to find the perfect study spot where we’ll actually get work done. It hasn’t been easy. We’ve started going on walks down the mile every day after dinner. We’ve started thinking about what we’re going to pack and what we’re going to leave behind. We’ve created final bucket lists, booked final trips, and made final plans.

In the next two weeks, I will try to sleep. But the girl who once required 8 hours a night plus a nap during the day has realized there’s not enough time in the day for that.

I will postpone alone time. When will I ever live with all of these people again?

I will slow down. These are the days I never want to forget.

Two weeks. We’re turning in projects, calculating grades, planning for the future, and looking back on these months.

But we haven’t quite made it to the end.