The final days of my sophomore year are approaching, and so is the final issue of The Eye. As of last Friday, my mind has on repeat the melancholic culmination of a night out and a year done: “It’s like, half over, dude.” Hardly Shakespeare, the statement piqued my memories which may hold something, of some worth, to someone. Some similar variations I know every student will undoubtedly hear within the coming weeks: “Where did the time go?” or, “I love you, man!” Listen for them, and learn from the conversation that will ensue.
