i'll take another year please..

i'm beginning to hate the word last.

everytime i do something lately, that word has been attached to that action. last time at this bar. last time we will do so and so. last day of classes. last last last.

i know that everyone is saying this because they want to remind themselves and others to savor every moment, especially since we are graduating from the biggest party and protective adult bubble ever, also known as college. But for God's sake, i do not need to be reminded every mother-effin' minute! especially by underclassmen who still have at least one glorious year left at this institution. whenever an underclassmen uses the word "last", usually with a look of pity in their eyes, i'm tempted to punch them in the mouth over and over while screaming a bloody war cry of despair and anguish until i am arrested or pulled off.

sadly, i am a pacifist and would never really actually harm anyone.
although it is amusing to picture and helps relieve some of the stress.


so yes, thank you. i am completely and painfully aware that this is my last everything with regards to college.

but for the sake of keeping me from suffering mini-panic attacks every time someone points it out...


could you please pretend that it's not?