Everyone does it, it happens to us all at some point in our educational lives at Skyline: the dreaded transfer. Yes, that’s right, transferring, moving on to the big bad world of education outside these hallowed halls. And I’m scared because my number is coming up; all CSU applications are due at the end of the next month.So as I sit here staring at my applications for North Ridge and SF State, eyes wide with fear and excitement, I can’t help but to think that some of you are feeling the same thing right now. It’s a hard thing to move on to something bigger, something harder, a place where you will be focusing on one thing. Even if it is something you love, which in my case are two impacted majors, film and journalism. If you don’t know what impacted means, it basically means a lot of people try to get in and only a few do; because it is a really good program, which just adds fuel to my fear fire. When I first realized early on that this would be the end of my tenure at Skyline and The Skyline View I thought: “Yes! I am starting a new chapter in my life, this is going to rock!” But then the thought hit me: “Wait a minute, I kind of like this chapter of my life, I have good friends and good times.” But alas I have realized that I can’t let myself become the “Van Wilder” of Skyline College. I then asked myself how I can move on with as little pain as possible. I found the answer rather quickly; find yourself a killer counselor (which thank god I found). One who knows what they are talking about, who will tell you exactly what classes to take, who will help make phone calls to the school you are thinking about going/applying to, and who will help make sure you don’t get lost in a sea of paper work and online forms. But most importantly, one who will be there when you need to get a hold of them. So although I am scared out of my bloody mind and Skyline has been a huge part of my life, I will look back on my years here fondly. I have realized that I can’t do any looking back if I don’t move forward. For those who are sharing both my intimidation and fear; “I say fear not my friends for you are not alone. I move forward, not backward, don’t remain stagnate and jump into the unknown, with the help of a counselor of chores”.