As im sitting here in my bed, with my dorm room completely bare I can’t help but feel a little sad. Just like that my freshman year is done. Surprisingly enough I achieved most of my goals. Whether it was getting laid, play hockey or drink myself to sleep these three were accomplished and then some. It’s funny because I don’t have a “my most memorable moment was,” like they made us write at our senior high school graduation. It was really just one really long week. All the days seemed to blend together, with few events sticking out in my memory. Part of my onset Alzheimer’s can be blamed on my extreme cannabis use, however I felt like I did nothing but yet did everything. It’s a weird feeling seeing all your things packed up ready to leave. You made this place your home for the better part of a year, then in less than an hour can take it all down and be gone. As people were walking out of my room saying their goodbyes I couldn’t help but feel as if them walking out of my room was like them walking out of my life.