To those in the class of 2005 who read this, It is so often overlooked- and, when not, understated- that in the moments leading up to the end of these years we've been told are the best of our lives, and for long after, we are still young. To look back on the four years I at first detested, then tolerated, then eventually grew to love, is a difficult task not in that I'll miss the memories I made, but the people I made them with. Be well, 2005, and be young. To give that up is to give up everything.