I don’t think time flies as much as it multiplies itself by a thousand and combines its thousand selves into one being and takes all that speed and puts it into one action, and that action happens in the blink of an eye.
What I’m trying to say is, I cannot believe today was my last shift as WSCAH and this week is the last week of classes. It’s petrifying, not only because as a senior, that means there’s only one more semester between me and the “real world,” but it also means my concept of time is completely screwed. It feels like only yesterday I was soaking wet, accidentally coming in the back way of WSCAH in an attempt to find the meeting place. I’ve really grown to enjoy spending my mornings volunteering at the Mobile Market, and as someone who loves to sleep in, that means a lot. I’ve enjoyed getting to know everyone at the mobile market; I’ve enjoyed getting to know the people that I help serve; I’ve enjoyed actually becoming somewhat good at speaking Spanish; and I’ve also enjoyed the feeling of being a good person. It’s not often that activities make you feel good about yourself, but as I headed back home after a shift, there was a certain lightness in my heart that I hadn’t realized I’d been missing until I felt it again. It felt good to be doing something, to be making a difference in someone’s life, instead of just merely getting angry at the world we live in. It felt good; really, truly, properly, and simply, good.
Hopefully next semester my schedule will be free enough that I’ll be able to continue to volunteer at WSCAH. This whole “being good person” thing is pretty swell, so I guess I’d like to continue that for just a little bit longer.
