What grinds my gears: "Time"

You know what really grinds my gears? Time.
It slips through our fingers, it goes way too fast, it flies when you’re having fun and it slows down for no man (or woman). Sometimes I get a legitimate feeling of anger in my chest when I think about it. Only the old appreciate youth, you never miss something until it’s gone. Why is it so hard to live right here, right now?
I can clearly remember my first week of my freshman year of college. My mom and dad cried, my sister gave me a warm pat on the back and I ushered them out the door with a smile full of expectation and excitement.
Now, three-and-a-half years have gone by, and what I have experienced has been more than I ever could have expected, more exciting than any previous journey.
I tried to appreciate every moment, every new friendship, every lesson learned the hard way, but here I am, at the end of my college experience, grasping at memories and experiences that have already passed me by.
“These are the best years of your lives.” They certainly have been for me, though I hope, since I count on having a long and indulgent life ahead of me, that these are only some of the best.
Either way, Time, you need to chill out. I’m not ready to be an adult yet. I’m not ready to be that kid that is just a little too old to be at the Beachcomber, but goes there anyways. I’m not ready to give up house parties. I’m not ready to work full time. I’m not ready to be too old to read Harry Potter, even though some people may think I already am.
I am ready to be done with papers and tests and the monotony of busywork. But I’m not ready to leave the school just when they open up a sweet new pub!
I guess all I can do is enjoy these amenities while I can. I’m already having nightmares of coming back for my 10-year reunion, wildly rich, successful and still shockingly beautiful, of course, and turning to my fellow classmates who have also aged with the utmost grace and saying, “I remember when O’Toole’s had just opened up.” Of course by then USD will probably have a space station on campus so my story won’t even compare.
Time, you foil me at every turn. When it’s the week of the premiere of “New Moon,” you crawl by at a snail-like pace, but when I’m watching a meteor shower and only desire to savor the moment, you run like Bella on her way to save Edward from the Volturi (enjoy that, Twi-fans). 

Send what is currently grinding your gears or your burning questions to Jilla at janthony@usdvista.com.