The day that our new freshmen moved into my sorority was the day that I realized how bizarre aging is. I remember gawking at the sophomores as if they were women among girls. But, a short year later, I cannot imagine any of the freshmen thinking of me that way. Who knows why I thought one year would make such a difference in my maturity. As I enter this year feeling like I am caught between my teens and my 20's, I have concluded that being a sophomore is completely strange. Here are five reasons why.

1. You think you know your way around campus, but do you? Sure you’ve heard of the building “Hitchcock” before, but do you know how to get there? The fact that we’ve been here for a year apparently makes us immune from getting lost. So the first day arrives, and sophomores are as easily distinguishable as freshmen: both with our heads in the my.UW app.

2. 100 Level classes are a thing of the past. Since when did homework start to require half the day and all of the weekends just to receive 50 percent and an empty lesson of encouragement from a flustered TA? It’s sad but true that all of our “Netflix and chill time” has turned into “panopto recording and stress time.” Also, applying for this whole “major” thing? What?

3. “So your mother and I have been thinking, it’s time to get a job sweetie.” Apparently now that you are “acclimated” and “in the swing of things” it gives your parents reason to highly suggest getting a job. Your parents probably thought that you should focus on school instead of work freshman year. Because you’re a whole year older, you’re so much more capable and should obviously be able to balance school, work, and social outings. (Or so your parents think.)

4. “Uhh hey! What’s your name again?” Standing on the corner of 17^th and 45^th, I heard someone say “hey” and turned around to see if he was talking to me. Not recognizing him, I turned away. But once he called my name, it became significantly more awkward that I still didn’t know who he was. Sometimes you have to just go with it. Out of the hundreds of people you meet freshman year, a few become your best friends, many will become acquaintances, but most will just be familiar faces.

5. Wait, who are these new girls? The most sobering thing about being a sophomore is having a whole new class below you. Not being a part of the new group of "babies" is uncomfortable. All the attention you were used to having is now focused on the new, "angelic" freshman. Nobody likes being the iPhone 6 compared to the 6s. It’s weird being the welcomers rather than the welcomed, but it's refreshing to know that you (probably) won’t be the star of last nights embarrassing Snapchat.

The “soph” in sophomore is supposed to mean wise. Being a sophomore, I feel anything but. I thought that I would know how to register a clicker, I thought I would remember to buy scantrons, and I thought that I would have all the answers. If there’s anything I’ve learned so far this year, is that it is perfectly okay to not have it all figured out. Keep on keeping on, sophomores.