Time

I've been thinking about time this weekend. I'm home for the weekend visiting with my family and my fiance.

Yesterday I went my brother's wrestling tournament, he has been wrestling since he was eight years old and this is his last year. Next week his team will go to State's and in less than three weeks wrestling will no longer be a  part of his life. It's strange to think that something that I've grown up around, people that I've cheered for, and families that I've grown to know will all be distant next year. It's been creeping up on me, I used to know the whole team when I was in high school, dated a few of them was friends with all of them and my Dad was the coach. Now the only team members I know were freshman when I was a senior in high school and soon they'll be in college.

That's really what I'm getting at, I'm closing in on my last year of college. Granted I still have Grad School I'm not being pushed into the big bad world just yet, that is if I make it. That's the fear of every CSD student. Not making it. Being stuck with an undergraduate degree that doesn't allow you to practice, being a college graduate with a great GPA and knowledge of a field in which you can't work. Scary.

More later...