I can't believe I'm already a senior. I can't believe that I will be graduating in less than two months and will soon have to find a "real job" and enter the "real world."

But, most of all, I can't believe how these past four years flew by.

I guess you could say I'm scared to leave this place, although, it wouldn't be the first time I've had this feeling.

The first two years of my college career I spent at Penn State Altoona.

Why would I choose to go to a satellite campus 40 minutes away from the 'real' Penn State, you ask?

Good question.

I asked myself that from time to time when one of my first classes freshman year was held in a trailer.

The non-migrating ducks were as numerous as the students on the walkways.

I started recognizing everyone on the 'This is my Penn State Altoona' commercials, and my first thought when I heard 'altoid' was sadly, not a breath mint.

However, coming from the second biggest high school in New Jersey and living 15 minutes away from New York City, I desired to be in a completely different environment for college. Altoona was my answer.

Close enough to the main campus, yet it was smaller -- in student population, class size and offered a totally different environment than what I was accustomed to (Home of Sheetz?).

But, really, it wasn't all that bad (I swear). The university actually closed down when it snowed, walking from one side of campus to the other took only 10 minutes, and joining a sorority meant actually knowing all 50 sisters' names (and knowing probably more than needed about each one).

But, as most students do from the Altoona campus, I transferred here after two years.

I felt ready.

In a way, needed something bigger, something more out of my college experience.

I wanted the Saturday football games and the Creamery.

Enter freshman year all over again.

What is the difference between the "Blue Loop" and the "White Loop?"

I don't have to pay for it? Do they really expect you to be able to get from Thomas to Deike in only 15 minutes? Who is the Willard Preacher?

"No, I'm not a freshman," I say as I ask for directions for the fifth time.

Luckily for me, I transferred here with a bunch of my sorority sisters, so we all felt stupid together.

I was now among 40,000 new students, but really, I didn't feel so alone.

This could be because, surprisingly, I saw Altoona people, all... the... time.

Even people I never really talked to in Altoona would wave to me on the street, and say, "You went to Altoona, right?"

It was like our little 'Altoona mafia' (you can laugh); it brought us all together and made us feel a part of something in a place where it could be easy to get lost in the crowd.

Although I'll admit that I missed out on the first two years of a University Park experience -- I'll never know what it's like to make the trek from East Halls to Frat Row or lay out and do homework on the HUB lawn -- my first two years, to me, were just as memorable.

When my friends and I look back on our four years spent at college, those are the times we find ourselves talking about endlessly.

They're the ones that make us laugh, make us cry and make us remember how we all came together.

To make a long story short (which I can never do), I want to let you all know that no matter where you go, or what you do, there will always be something bigger out there waiting for you.

It may be scary at first, but in the end, it will always be worth it.

In the meantime, I'm going to make the last few weeks of my college experience just as memorable as the first.