The end of the school year was easier than I thought it was going to be. While I did cry a good bit, especially as I thought about all the memories that I had made, I also realized that while all good things must come to an end, more good things usually follow shortly behind, if not immediately. Yes, I was leaving the room that I had laughed, loved, weeped, and lived in, but I would never really leave it in my heart. Yes, I was leaving the people that I had grown to consider my best friends, but I know that we all love and support each other endlessly and that we would all see each other soon, especially when we all live together in the same suite next Fall.
This year was a hundred times better than I thought it would ever be, and although I'm taking summer classes for the next six weeks, I'm glad for the change of pace because it will make me that much more grateful for everything that I have when I am reunited with everyone in August.