8 days left...

So, I've only got about a week left, maybe a couple of days more, and, while I realize that it will be nice to get home, and it will be nice to get off campus, it's going to be hard to leave here. I know that my first year friends will be coming back next year, but all of my friends who are in their second year, well...I dunno if/when I'll see them again. I mean, I'm pretty sure that I will see some of them, I mean, I'm going to make an effort to find my close friends, but what about the guys I talk to on the path, or in line for the caf, or in the library, or anywhere else? These are the people that I've been living with, and for most of them, these are the last days I'm ever going to spend with them. God, all these people, all the memories. Xochilt, Gerald, Joel, Sam, Ferdy, Swelen, Andrea, Anna, Josh, Hreeta, everybody...Waleed. I don't know if I'm ever going to see him again, and that really hurts. He's one of my closest friends on campus, and I don't think I'll ever find him again. What are the odds? I mean, he's about to get deported, even if he gets accepted to university in the states, especially if he gets accepted in the states, and I'm about to go to school in the states. I'll never find him again, and...Jesus...I dunno, I mean, there are just so many people here that I'll miss, but you know, life goes on, eh? As cliched and overused as this sounds, in a couple of years I won't even remember half of these people, but that's what I'm afraid of. I will always remember my friends, but everyone on campus is closer to me than almost anyone back home, so who counts as "friends"? Hell if I know. God. I'm going to bed. No, I'm goign to go run, and play water polo, and lay out on the grass with a guitar, and dance, and sing, and do all these things one more time with everyone I can find, before I too must start packing up and getting ready for "The next big step". Sushka started packing today, I'm going to have to soon...