It's already May 2nd, meaning that for me, and maybe several others, the 2013 - 2014 school year is drawing to a close. May 29th, my last day of being a sophomore.
I won't say the year flew by fast, because it didn't. Lots of unnecessary drama happened in the first few months of this (school) year (August - November) but most of the rest has been pretty okay.
Events happened in regards to my parents, my brother had to take a massive break from his dream college to make up for one idiot's selfishness, and my first actual relationship ended. Well, I say relationship, but after the first few months, it seemed pretty one-sided on my part, unfortunately. Tomorrow it would have been exactly one year since we'd started dating, had we been together longer than 7 months.
Anyway, time flies, in a sense. I've realized this, albeit sometimes I rather wish I hadn't. While you're in a situation (i.e. school, work, a breakup, etc.) that you don't particularly like, time can feel like a painful, grueling thing. You will wish it would simply pass on, transitioning into another day, and then another, and then another. But then you look back on how much time in your life has already passed, and you can reason that, hey, not much has passed at all. I mean, I've lived right now for 16 years, 1 month and 2 days. Stretched out like that doesn't amount to much.
525,600 minutes for one year looks like a lot, but when actually living it, it turns into only a speck of a lifetime.