I hate you all, freshman. (no offense)
Sophomore year has a really strange feeling to it. You get back to campus and everything is familiar, yet you suddenly- for the first time since freshman orientation- find yourself longing for home. Summer was a taste of the good life; your mom missed you so bad you were basically treated like royalty at home. Warm mac-n-cheese, clean clothes and breakfast was always made. And now you’re back to school.
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It’s all so different. You’re not new anymore. Professors aren’t impressed when you speak up or do well in a 3000 level class. Instead, you’re just kind of there. For now, you are the awkward middle child of higher-ed. You’re nowhere near close enough to graduating to maintain any kind of hope of seeing that all forsaken light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel that is getting out of this place in four years (pfft. I’ve already given up on that one), and you’re not close enough to the beginning of your educational career to want to transfer to the community college back home anymore. Essentially, you’re in limbo.
It’s time for you to spend a year with your head down, getting your sh*t done. Sophomore year puts you in this odd position in which one half of your friend group is getting engaged or having babies, and the other half is graduating high school. WTF…babies? Are you kidding me? The graduating class of 2017??? Even scarier…remember when you were 17?
At this point, wouldn’t you give anything to relive those early years of school when the real world was so far out of reach? Wouldn’t you love to go back just a tiny bit to last year when you were starry-eyed and excited about everything that college had to offer? Are you getting older? No. Push that thought out. When do you start making loan paym- nope. Nix that one too.
Now that you’re back, everyone on campus has become a “stupid freshman” to you, (whoops, that person in Lit class that you called a total freshman was actually a fifth year senior..awk) and somehow you feel like you deserve a veteran praise for surviving last year. Where did that scholastic motivation and bright smile from last year go? Where did the incessant note taking, hours of reading, and doing homework days before it was due go? Are you actually avoiding your emails because you don’t want to face the work you have to do? Who knows. For now, keep your head up, and all of your incredibly negative thoughts to yourself.
Wait damn…when is that paper due?Â
*sigh* You are jaded. Pissed that your suite-mates leave hair in the sink. Totally over professors who assign BS work. And ultimately, you just want to sleep through this year.
So lets all grab our rediculously priced $5 coffees, cheap knock off sunglasses and messy buns and salute to the heros that have made it four long years. Lets take this year by the reins.
You’re doing it right kid, welcome to sophomore year.Â
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