A sea of white chairs has infiltrated the South Quad of campus. About 8,000 to be precise. There are between 600 and 700 students graduating, and an expected 7-10 guests per student. Ergo, 8,000 in total. I know these chairs look harmless enough but boy are they intimidating. The great news is that my mentor, the woman who took me under her wing and helped cultivate my love for art history and architecture, is going to be ushering me down the aisle as I bid farewell to college and enter the "real" world. Time really is a fickle thing. It goes by quickly, seems forever to progress, and yet feels either like either a moment or a lifetime ago.