As a brand new sophomore I have already started looking at people and thinking, Oh
they are definitely freshman. Then I remind myself that one small summer ago I myself was a freshman. I walked the streets of Athens in a big pack of every girl in my hall, I hovered on the outskirts of parties not quite sure what to do and I asked everyone their year in school, just hoping someone was also a freshman, and just as confused as I was.
When you get down to it being a sophomore isn't all that much better than being a freshman anyway. Although you do know more people, and don't get lost when you are walking around campus (although I did get lost in my new dorm), you start to feel like you are in crunch time when it comes to your future. Trying to determine if your major is right for you doesn't really seem like something that can be put off anymore, and the blank space on your resume is starting to look slightly more menacing.
So although I now have a step up on those less-than-sure-footed freshman, I am finding it hard to enjoy. I almost miss those first weekends of college when my only goal was to meet friends and enjoy the college experience. So am I envious? In a way, I guess I am.
So from now on, although I will probably still shake my head if I see a student wandering around looking dazed and confused, instead of just walking away feeling that I am so superior, I will ask them for help. I might as well put my extra year of college to good use, and as Mr.Timberlake so beautifully sang What goes around comes all the way back around. And, if T croons it, then it must be true.
' Jane Adams
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