Six weeks.

With only six weeks left of classes at Tabor as of Monday, I'm beginning to grieve the end of this life-changing year already. So many new life-long friendships made, so many things learnt and experienced, so many changes in my own life, so many memories I want to hold. It scares me to think that it is all going to be over in just a short time.

My new friends I keep, I will see outside of this year and beyond, but it just won't be the same. No hanging out along Goodwood Rd during lunch break, no terrorising the other students at Tabor, no road trips and car convoying to different places, no driving 10 times faster than the speed limit along the Tabor driveway.

Time is going too fast and there's nothing I can do to make it stop. All these moments of fun, joy, sorrow and unity will soon become just memories. Memories we can't relive.

I would not have wanted to do this year with anyone else. I'm glad we did this year together. We started off, just awkward strangers and now look where we are! We are family, we portray the best example of unity.

One year has almost past, one year of love, one year of growth, one year of experiences. I would not exchange this year for anything different. It just would not be as worthwhile.