Time.

It's a funny thing; time. 

 

It heals all wounds, waits for no man and is of the absolute essence. 

 

Time is an illusion (lunchtime doubly so).

 

It also flies when you are having fun - or all the time. 

I learnt a while ago that the feeling that time was going faster and faster as I got older actually had scientific reason behind it. When you are 1 year old, 3 months is a quarter of your life-time, a quarter of eternity for you, so it feels like a really long time. At age 14, 3 months is a 56th of time you have spent on this earth, so it just whizzes by. That was Athens for me. 

 

Suddenly there is only two weeks left of the school year. My first year in TGS has almost come to an end.  Some of these people I will never see again for a very long time. A very long time, in the eyes of current me. Future me will have thought that time passed by so fast. 

 

You can look at it as an end, or a beginning because with every beginning there is and end and with every end there is a new beginning.  The last weeks have gone by very fast but one thing I noticed was, dissimilar to modern pop culture, I have been in a better mood on the Mondays and Tuesdays than the Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays. I have been cranky on the weekends, but bright and happy on days succeeding them. 

 

Why this is I have no idea. 

Maybe I just prefer beginnings to ends.