You come into college as a freshman thinking that inevitably you'll gain the Freshman 15, you'll mess up, and make mistakes. You'll do things you regret, but eventually look back on and laugh at or turn into lessons. For the most part, though, you learn.

Now comes sophomore year.

You've made it through the dreaded freshman year. You're out to do bigger and better things. You've got your life together, or so you think. Things couldn't get any better.

Just wait, it's about to get real. It's called the sophomore slump.

Now, you have more work than you did your freshman year. Professors and instructors have higher expectations of you than the year before because now you're supposed to know what the heck you're doing. But the truth of the matter is, you still have no clue what you're doing.

You think that you can make it by with putting in the same amount of effort you did the year before. You go out, do what you did freshman year but no longer acting like a freshman. You were wrong, though, and it'll hit you like a ton of bricks.

You might cry. You might end up calling your mom or dad or sibling 74380943 times more than you did your freshman year. You might lose sleep. Heck, you might gain some weight.

But it's okay.

Eventually, the sophomore slump will end and everything will be okay. Take it from me, a girl who experienced the sophomore slump so hard that I even considered transferring to a school back home. But I survived.

Now what awaits me at the well lit end of the tunnel? I'm not sure, but I do know that I can handle whatever gets thrown at me now. I can handle the school workload and the social workload. I can handle being stressed and sleep deprived. I can handle it all.

I know I can do it, and so can you.

So when you find yourself crying to your roommate or crying in your professor's office, don't worry. It'll get better.

It always gets better.