We enjoy the people we see every day, frankly because we forget that they may not be with us forever. As my classmates and I walk the streets of Jerusalem, we see all these people dancing, singing, and celebrating life. And it wasn’t just one group of people, either. It was all different backgrounds, religions, races and ages coming together and enjoying each other's company. They invited us to dance with them, at least that's what I think they asked, because we didn't even speak the same language. But we danced, sang and ate in the streets of Jerusalem. It was our last hurray as a class before we graduated and went to college. However, none of us thought about it, goodbyes were never even considered for us. After 8 years when there were only 17 of us in a class, we don't think about goodbye. We weren't just a class, we were one