Time, oh, dearest time. It can be a foe and a friend. Don’t you hate it when it goes by so fast, and your pace — too slow? Don’t you hate it when the people you once knew, joked, and befriended are distant — strange, even? Ah, life, complicated indeed. How I’d hate to go against time. But the week is ending, and a new chapter starting. What do we have to expect? It’s going to be another four long years, with some old, some new, majority of it all strange. There’s bond to be people who’ll hate you, people who’ll love you, and thsoe who you’ll meet.