In less than a week, it will be 2015.
This is very strange for me, as it seems like just yesterday I was celebrating the arrival of years that could be easily made into glasses to celebrate the occasion.
Every time I think about 2015, I can’t help but think about it as a time of change.
In April I’m turning 20 (my maturity, however, plateaued somewhere around 12), an event that seems to mark the end of my childhood and beginning of adult-ish life.
After the next semester, I’ll be halfway done with college, even though it seems like I just stepped onto campus yesterday.
The summer is still largely undetermined, though I’m beginning to hear more of my friends and classmates talk about “real internships” and I’ve started to get just as much pleasure out of stalking people on LinkedIn as on Facebook.
In the Fall, my friends Sarah and Simi and I are moving off-campus, where we’ll have to do things like pay rent, cook for ourselves, and hook up a Wifi router. (Do I know what a Wifi router is? Absolutely not. The whole concept of the internet still largely confuses me.)
Gone will be the days of one-and-two-hundred level Engineering classes, and the phrase “I can’t; I have SBE” will have real relevance to my life.
With Christmas, Hanukah, and Festivus behind us, it’s almost time for the ever-present and ever-annoying “New Year, New Me” tweets/ statuses/ smoke signals.
Will it be a new me? Not likely, as I’ve had the same hairstyle for more than half of my existence.
More accurately, 2015 will be the New Adventures of Old JHU_Emily, and I couldn’t be more excited to see what is in store, no matter how overwhelming/ strange/ semi-frightening it all may be.