100 Days

Panda's late again! Why? Because Panda is having a hard time putting her thoughts into blog-worthy articles. That, and panda has been juuust a little lazy lately. Panda is also apparently speaking in the third person today.
Enough of that.

So we recently celebrated our 100 Days night. It is a celebration of 100 days till graduation. It wasn't much, a night out at Allentown Brew Works. I hung around with my roomie the whole night, it was a decently alright time.
I'm still having trouble processing it. Graduation is getting closer. Life, the real world. Here it comes. I admit, it was a little bit of a shock to really have it marked like that, a celebration. I'm not sure I want to celebrate it. I really love college, I don't want to celebrate it being almost over. I'm not saying we should mourn it like a funeral, but I felt out of place celebrating it like that. So, I had my long island, chatted with my roommate, danced a little, then went home.
On the bus home, I sat next to some kid I've never seen before. Slightly intoxicated, I was able to forgo social awkwardness and talked to him. His name is Scott. He is a finance major. He even gave me his business card. Turns out he lives in the dorm next to me. At such a small school, I thought I new everyone in my year at least. Then I realized, I only know the theatre majors. What else have I been missing out on? Who else? Not that I'm unhappy with the people I know. I just always will wonder. Maybe we didn't cross paths because we're just too different. Classes on other sides of campus from each other. Don't read too much into this, I didn't actually think much of Scott, but it got my brain going about the other faces I had seen that night. All the faces I knew, and the ones I didn't.

What will life beyond college bring me? What new faces will I come to know? What old faces will I still see? What old faces will I not? What's going to happen 100 days from now?

I feel like there's a voice like in The Ring, whispering. "100 Days". I've been able to predict my future. What classes I'd like to take, where I'd live, etc. Now, in less than 100 days, I don't know. I can't see where I'll end up. It's a scary thought. Not overwhelmingly so, but it is a little eerie. Just a constant little voice in the back of my head.

"100 Days..."
"99 Days..."
"98 Days..."