18
A number of significance in many parts of the world. A lucky number to some. A number of nobility. Eighteen can be seen in many ways, but to me, after two years, I see it in a different light. To me, it is much more than a number. An identity. A phase of life. A degree. A group of people. Friends. Memories. All associated with the number 18. It all began in the Fall of 2006....
Strangers we once were, all from different walks of life, with different experiences to bring to the table. Right from day one, life was a journey of twists and turns. Of late nights and early mornings. Of impressions, and arguments. Of courtships and heartbreaks. Of failures, and successes.
The many long days and nights in this place showed us a lot. We ran businesses, drove them to the ground, caused world harm, and then made strong profits. We allocated memories, and connected to the Internet. We designed routers. We analyzed networks. We made hardware talk to software. We designed protocols. We studied the world out there. We created things for the world to use, and discovered things about us in the process.
But that's not all this was about. It was about explorations, and discovery. Two years, locked in books and the computer is not even close to what this was about. It was about bonding, and experiences. A year of struggle was brought to a halt by a summer of supreme fun. We resumed here with a new perspective, and the world seemed to warm to our new sense of enthusiasm.
But now its coming to an end. A close. A finale. We came here to be graduates. We got something else with the deal. A treasure. One so vast, that nothing can take it away. Two years, with the 18s. Here's to us!
every single day goes by
we're on a trip with no time
to rest before we're old and die
and our life is like a river
is like river of no return
