Though we cannot make time stand still, yet we will make him run..

It’s here. Scary.

Now in my final semester of Conn, I’ve taken it upon myself to do as much as possible: to complete the “101 Things You Must Do Before You Graduate” (a lengthy document an alumni friend and I created last year upon the start of her senior year), contribute as much as I can on campus and to find a job.

The latter is hardest merely because it rests at least fifty percent in the hands of someone else. If I don’t succeed at the previous two, that is completely my own fault, since they are active things that I must initiate and push myself to complete.

I already set up a complete with a list of To Do’s every day starting now, 102 short days until “the rest of my life” will commence.

But how will it all be squeezed in?

Is it even possible?

The list is overwhelming, the experiences (and bagillion hours of homework and meetings), simply won’t squeeze into 24 hour days, with 168 hour weeks, with 2,448 hours total left.

It’s not that I’m scared of graduating, or that I’m counting down to feel closer to leaving my most stressful semester behind.

No, I’m merely trying to cope with the fact that I will soon be displaced from my pseudo-home for four years with a campus whose beauty I quickly came to take for granted (except when taking walks to Cummings at night in the snow. That’s magical) with friends I feel like I’ve known much longer than four short years.

So what’s my way of coping? Writing lists filled with too many things for any one person to complete in 2,448 hours, recording how I spent my time (mostly “wasting it”) in the blogosphere and overall living the words of Andrew Marvell, “though we cannot make our sun stand still, yet we will make him run.”