I hate the Last Time Game. I truly, truly do. But it’s so hard not to play it. It’s so hard to not acknowledge it’s the last time you’re going to be doing something in college. Yes, Socialites, when you say, “this is the last time I will ____,” you’re playing the last game. It’s a depressing, and happy all at the same time.
It’s so annoying, but only days from graduation (for some), really all seniors can think about are the last things they’re doing. Sometimes it works to the manipulation advantage, like when you tell someone, “it’s the last time we can rage together, let’s go out tonight.”
Like we’ve already read about, Senior Week is the time to go nuts and relive your past four years in one week. But in the midst of your fun, can you really stop all of the beer tears from bringing all of this out?
Yesterday was our last collegiate Cinco de Mayo.
Last week was the last time I had to buy tampons in Delaware.
The last time my roommates and I will make a group trip to the liquor store is this afternoon.
Our last house party is tomorrow night.
The last day of classes – ever as an undergraduate – is here or shortly approaching.
If you’re on a team or group, you’ve had your last practice and possibly your last game or competition.
If you have a job, have you completed your last shift yet?
Tomorrow is my last student dance recital.
The article I’m working on now for the student newspaper is my last article as Senior News Reporter.
This is the last time we can refer to ourselves as college students.
When I leave the library at 10 a.m., it will have been the last time I’ll be in this building.
This is so weird. I hate it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m becoming more and more ready to graduate, but I’m also getting incredibly nostalgic.
How many more times are you going to get to go out to three bars in one night in walking distance and just sleep at a friends’ house because it’s in closer walking distance?
How many more times can you go to the gym without paying because it’s included in your tuition?
Or lie to a teacher?
Or suck up to a teacher?
Or skip class?
I promise I’m not trying to be depressing if that’s what you’re getting from this, but it’s actually kind of interesting to see what’s going through other people’s heads, especially from other schools. So with that said, while you’re playing the Last Game in your head – because I know you are – what are you realizing you’ll never do again in college?
