The atmosphere at school has escalated over the past few weeks. Just two weeks ago finals seemed forever away, now they are waiting on the door step pounding it down, a dull cacophony in the background driving me to insanity. Just one more week of school and then it's over, finished. I don't know how I feel about it yet, life has been so chaotic, unpredictable and busy. In my few seconds of free time a day I usually find myself exasperated. The students are driving me crazy. They seem to be collectively hyperventilating from an exam induced panic attack. They storm into my room in a flood of hysteria demanding that I explain (for the hundredth time) exactly what is going to be on their exam. Their constant interruptions leave me feeling scatterbrained and continually asking myself, now what was I doing?

Added to the mess of my psychological well being is the sad fact that Sandy, my dear friend, is leaving for the States tomorrow. I've had no time to process her pending departure and that make the whole affair even more depressing. In a week or so, when life has settled down, I'll find myself asking, now were in the world did that girl go?- as I subconsciously search the Handong campus looking for her. When she's no where to be found I'll begin to realize her life has taken her a gazillion miles away to a far distant land, to a new beginning, to a life that I'll read about but not take an active part in for ..... a while, the words never or years getting stuck in my throat. Yet I realize that things will never be the same again, how can they be? They never are.

And I find myself again looking at the book of my life, reading the final pages in a chapter, turning the thick page to find that the carefully written script has come to an end. It was a good chapter worthy of the years of reading. At the end of the story the final lines are written:

as all friends leave
they will meet again
the past cannot be
but the future holds
the hope of Forever