A Rambleflection

Does anyone else's mind go straight to that Mulan song when they hear the word "reflections," or is just me? 
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Just me?
Senior year (of both college and of high school, I would argue) is full of paradoxes. Ups and downs, and all arounds. You're having the best time of your life. Bars on Thursday nights and quality time spent with friends and trips into San Francisco and all kinds of on-the-whim, spontaneous trips and activities. But it can get real sucky, real quick. This opportunity doesn't work out, that friendship falls apart, oh my GOODNESS are some people really done recruiting? How can this be?!
This place is your kingdom, it's all yours! But you eye those wide-eyed, bright little freshmen who have twenty club meetings penciled into their agendas and colorful notebooks ready and set on the desk on the first day of class, with envy. They have this place for the next four years.
It's whizzing by. Is it already the end of Fall Quarter? We're 1/3 of the way to caps and gowns? It's moving too slow. Summer plans! When do we get to go apartment-hunting? When do we get to have a salary?
And through it all, you start to measure time through "lasts." The last first football game. The last first home football game. The last rivalry game. The last home football game. The last football game as a student. The last first day of school. The last Fall Quarter finals. The last Fall Quarter. The last Full Moon on the Quad (don't ask, just Google and laugh). The last time flying home for Winter Break. I feel a bit like a child counting down in a game of hide 'n' seek - five, four, three, two, one, three-quarters, one-half, one-fifth, one-tenth ...
You don't want to get to "zero," know what I'm saying? Who knows what's waiting for us there.
Que sera, sera.
/ End ramble.