I don't know

We got the scrapbooks today. I don't know how I am going to make it next year without the seniors. It's finally started to hit me. They and this Shangri-la dream world of ours will never be the same in 8 days. I have 8 days to spend with the people who have had the most impact in my life. Friends, more than just friends actually: dare I say (platonic) soul mates? Sorry to get all mushy, but my compass is spinning in circles. I find the thought of next year hard to bear. I can't even try to imagine what the first class is thinking. Though they are the first, the trailblazers, we charge ahead, right after them, making our way through the thickets, the swamps, the bogs, and the mushy grounds of time. Sigh. I will miss them, they have given me so much. They have given my class so much; I will miss their faces, their voices, and their presence on this campus. I have 8 days to spend the rest of my life with my older brothers and sisters. I have to spend it well.