Time is flying by faster and faster everyday. Four years ago, I was dropped off in the middle of Pennsylvania, along with about 8,000 other freshmen to begin the greatest time of our lives. It’s a weird feeling to not be returning, buying books, and heading to class. There will be no more syllabus days, boring lectures from indecipherable professors, grueling projects, eighteen credit semesters, or final exams. Instead, these have all been replaced by the daily routine of shower, work, workout, sleep, rinse, and repeat. My time for relaxation has been confined to weekday evenings and the weekend. Now I just have to decide whether I should visit PSU this coming weekend for the first home game and Labor Day weekend. If anyone out there wants to hook me up with a student ticket, let me know.