1. 20 is the worst age.
Unless you’ve been blessed with a fall birthday, junior year is rough. You spend the majority of the year trying to make sense of the most awkward age. 20 sounds old, but is it really? You’re no longer a teenager, you’re technically an adult, but you’re not a real adult because you can’t legally drink. You find yourself thinking, “Wow, I’m so old. Look at these freshmen… Ha! …What children,” but when you speak with grown adults in the working world and realize that you too are a child because you know nothing. 20 is the definition of limbo.
2. You suddenly have a crisis about your future.
What if I don’t get an internship? What do I even want to do? Do I really like my major? No one is going to want to employ me. Someone please give me a job; I promise I’m great.
3. Your friends start getting engaged.
Okay, maybe it’s not necessarily other 20 year olds. Maybe these people are a couple years older but you do know people/ are close to people who are getting engaged and it’s scary. If you’re currently in a relationship, it makes you suddenly have that feeling of, “Oh shit, is this it? But I’m so young. Did I miss my prime? Is this what the rest of my life looks like?” and you start to overthink your perfectly fine relationship. Or, if you’re single, you’re suddenly feel like, “Well that could me in two years, but actually who knows when that’ll happen because I would need to be in a relationship for that to happen… Will I ever find love?” and then you have to dial it back and remember that you are only 20.
4. You realize you're halfway done with the best 4 years of your life.
Was freshman year really two years ago? If that two years went by fast, what’s going to happen with the next two years? God, I miss being a freshman. Life was so simple. I don’t think I fully appreciated how carefree my life used to be.
5. You realize in less than 2 years you're going to have to be a real adult, not the fake one you are now.
No spring break or summer break, only weekends off? What is that? What do you mean I have to be fully responsible for myself? Is this what growing up feels like?
