The date is March 1, 2023, exactly three years from the day I am writing this.  It is early in the second semester of my fourth (and final) year at the University of Delaware, and I only have a couple of months left until I graduate.  I finally understand why people say that college is the best four years of my life, and I wish I could go back to freshman year.  I wish I could reexperience the times where I stayed up way too late studying for my dreaded chemistry midterm and somehow was capable of going to five classes with only 4 hours of sleep the previous night.  I feel like this is true because it is how my sister, a current senior here at UD, has described it to me.  For her, there is no feeling of regret that she did not get the most out of her three and a half years here, but she still wishes she could have three and a half more.  I see myself being the same way.

As I am writing this, summer is, without a doubt, my favorite season.  I wish it was summertime right now.  Not having school, being on the beach with no worries, and living a few doors down from some of my best friends is unbeatable to me. However, in three years from today, I will be dreading Memorial Day Weekend, which I have always considered my salvation from school.  I will also be making a huge decision in my life- what will I do when my time at UD is up?  Will I be going to graduate school? And if so, where? 

I imagine I will be looking at my younger sister the same way my older sister looks at me now.  She will be a sophomore at UD while I am finishing up my senior year.  I envision myself in three years being perfectly happy with how my time in college has played out, but I still wish I did not have to leave so soon.  Three years seems like such a long time, but this time in 2023 I will realize how quickly it went by.  In the blink of an eye I went from a nervous little freshman on move-in day to a graduating senior leaving this school for the final time.  In three years, I will not have any regrets about my time here, but I will still wish it did not have to end so soon.  I not going to have the rest of my life figured out, but I will be perfectly content with that.  I will be able to say I was always there for my younger sister the way my older one has been for me.