Oh College, some people embrace you with two arms and love every single part of you, then sophomore year comes into town!
Freshman year, you’re terrified and trying to figure out what’s what, and by the time your second year is here, you know what’s going on and you've taken most of your easy and stupid general education classes. Now, you just have to sit back and enjoy the last handful of awful classes that have absolutely nothing to do with your major that cost $300 a pop so that you can graduate.
Enjoy they say!
It seems the more people that I talk to they tell me that sophomore year is the worst. As I’m going through my sophomore year now, I can see that could be true.
This is how you know you’re in the sophomore slump:
- It literally takes everything inside of you (and the small promise of buying Starbucks on your way to school) to get you out of bed.
- You stop using your planner and start not caring about literally everything.
- You stare at all of the extremely large books that you’re supposed to read by Thursday and gladly turn on Gossip Girl instead.
- You don’t even know what in the world the word exercise even means.
- Chick-Fil-A on the daily.
- You’d rather sit in a tank full of abnormally aggressive sharks with a bleeding cut on your leg than attend your Humanities class.
Oh sure, these may just be mine. Haha.
I think most of you in college will agree with some of these signs, and probably already do most of them. #TheStruggle #KerrigansCorner
But, I read a nice blog the other day from a girl in college and she said to just remind yourself of why you’re there in the first place. So, if you wake up late, and the Starbucks line won’t go fast enough for you to get to class on time, or your Humanities professor spits out yet another bad joke and makes you blush in front of twenty five strangers, KEEP GOING!
We need to go to college, we need to be successful, we need to be here and finishing…that is key.
So take Melatonin at night, set five alarms for your morning, give Netflix a freakin’ break, walk your poor dog and keep your crap together. Fill out yet another application for financial aid, creepily follow people in your car to get a decent parking spot, keep eating Chick-Fil-A, call your mom every once in a while and finish!
We got this.
Happy Sophomore Year everybody!