When I was a kid, I decided I would never say time flies fast.

Because it essentially meant that I, as a person, was unable to appreciate all that was happening around me. And I thought that careful and attentive appreciation of the world around me would prevent that.

Oh, how wrong I was.

It’s already spring semester, sophomore year.

That means after this semester, I will be 50% percent finished with college.

50%.

That’s like, half.

Boy, does time fly fast.