Singing Along
As I sit here in my dorm room staring out the widow I see people moving their stuff out.
And it hits me. It really hits me.
That I won't see these people for 3 months.
Some of them I may never see again.
A lot of people aren't returning in the fall.
They are either graduating, transfering, or just dropping out.
In the one year that I've been here these people have helped me more than they will ever know or realize.
They have become more than just faces I see on the sidewalk or in the classroom.
They have become more than just my peers.
They have become family.
I know to some it sound silly.
How could these people in just a year become so important to me.
Especailly when I don't even see all of them every single day.
And it hits me. It really hits me.
That I won't see these people for 3 months.
Some of them I may never see again.
A lot of people aren't returning in the fall.
They are either graduating, transfering, or just dropping out.
In the one year that I've been here these people have helped me more than they will ever know or realize.
They have become more than just faces I see on the sidewalk or in the classroom.
They have become more than just my peers.
They have become family.
I know to some it sound silly.
How could these people in just a year become so important to me.
Especailly when I don't even see all of them every single day.