KAWACHI: As time goes by

Throughout high school, time seemed to move at a snail’s pace. Each day seemed an eternity as they accumulated to form weeks and months; those brief summers were over with a blink of an eye, throwing us all quickly back into the grind after a mere few months. This summer, however, will probably feel like an eternity.

The past eight months have flown by without warning. Where has it all gone?  My freshman year ends in less than two weeks; soon, I’ll be back home in California, one-fourth of university completed. It’s a strange feeling, to recognize the time that has passed without much notice.

Eight months. Two semesters. Filled with countless memories. The marvelous and the mundane. The experiences of life. The past school year has been the most eventful of my whole 19 years of existence. The concerts and hockey games, the dinners out and the photo adventures around town, the people that have come and gone; they have all been a part of the process, the path that lead from September to now.

For me, freshman year at BU was comprised of wonderful moments and revelations. It was stuffed full of long nights in the library and even longer nights out and about. I’ll never forget the photo adventures around the city on those blissful sunny days, the walks along the Charles River, day and night. I searched the area for tasty digs and eat disproportionally to the amount of time I spent at FitRec. The Museum of Fine Arts became a third home, after Mugar and Warren Towers. I fell into a sort of routine, a groove that I had always hoped for.  Mostly, the year was defined by individuals: the professors that made classes worth it, and the friends that made the days pass by with ease. The stories that accumulated over the last few months will stay with me for many more to come – I hope forever, really.

And this fact has quickly put life in perspective: it’s all about the little things. So, this summer, when I’m home eating the In-’N-Out burgers and real Mexican food I’ve been craving for months, I’ll miss the Warren dining hall. My favorite buffalo chicken macaroni and cheese with broccoli and onions, my never-ending supply of cranberry juice, and the childhood cereals my parents now refuse to buy. When I’m in my room at home, I’ll miss the small dorm room bed, which the mattress pad made surprisingly more comfortable than my bed at home. I’ll miss not sharing a room, having someone to constantly bother and be bothered by.

But, regardless of what I’ll miss, I’m sure the days back in sunny San Diego will be full of eventful memories I’ll cherish and long for into the next semester.

So, here’s to summer 2012, another chapter in the book of life that reads quicker than possibly imagined.

Krissen Kawach is a freshman in the College of Arts and Sciences and a weekly columnist for The Daily Free Press. She can be reached at k.kawachi@gmail.com.