1 pm on Friday and the campus is draining as fast as a blond with a credit card limit.

Only five weeks after we return...when it really comes down to the end this year seemed to fly past, despite stretches when it felt like eternity. Why is it that time seems to increase its speed as we age? Is it because a year becomes an increasingly smaller percentage of the total time we have been in existence, or do we simply get busier and not see how it goes past. I long to be a child again, when a day could seem like years, hours could be devoted to a single thing, and there was no such thing as wasted time.