Two and a half weeks until graduation ...

I'm sitting in my second to last "Nature of Computing" class feeling ... sentimental? Very much so -- just not toward computers. My sentiment has been evolving throughout the day, and now, at 5:47 p.m, as I sit ignoring whatever is being said about computer viruses, I feel terribly nostalgic.

This thought began at lunch. The Caf was decorated as though Santa's helpers had customized it themselves, and though I would normally find this somewhat "cheesy," I was giddy with delight over what a wonderful cafeteria Biola has. Then while eating my glorious caf salad, the one that if you know me, has been my college staple, I began to realize that my salad's were numbered ... literally. Lunch, which lasted an hour and a half, prompted my realization that such a time luxury will not be in the works next semester when I'm employed -- a luxury I will miss.

I suppose it's true that the caf will be missed, along with the "kissing trees" in front of the library, my cubbyhole mailbox, two particular benches, the sun that I'm convinced is better by the fountain, Eagle's Diet Coke, the smell of the track when I run at night, the best grassy corners, and the Christmas lights. Though, what I will really miss about Biola is being so close to my friends; some of the people I like best will no longer be accessible for pre-paid lunch or a casual conversation on a bench in just minutes.

Never will I have my college experience back -- this season has ended.

I'm ready for the next step, but on nights like tonight, when the caf is decorated and campus finally feels a bit like winter, I feel ever so nostalgic. If Biola were a person, I think I'd ask them for one more dance, but time has taken its course and I'm left with the memories. So many memories ... so, so many memories. Words cannot quite express it.