5 Reasons Why Being a College Sophomore is Terrifying

The Pressure to Find a Summer Internship, and Other Terrifying College Sophomore Problems

Was I even a freshman? I don't remember.


Here we are, over with 2018 and it has been a journey and an adventure.

To be honest, I don't remember my freshman year because it was just so stressful and amazing that I can't recall specific emotions that I had; it was just a period of heightened stress and freedom and I never want to do it again.

Okay, that's not true. I am still doing it, just as a sophomore and I am done with 1/3rd of sophomore year and honestly, it is somehow impossibly harder than it was in freshman year (and freshman year was pretty tough).

Here are some added stress or benefits, depends on how you look at it, of being a sophomore from my limited 4 months of experience.

1. Freshman look at you like you have your life together


Every time anyone asks me for advice, I somehow have something useful and helpful to say but that is just a reflex response, please do not presume that I understand what is happening in college because spoiler alert: I know I may look it, but I do not have anything in my life together.

2. The internship search begins (and never really stops)


Listen, let's be real for a second here. Finding an internship is hard and no one is going to tell you anything different but if you apply early and apply for a lot of internships, you are bound to get one. Just hang in there and believe in yourself.

But oh boy, the pressure to get one? This is the real peer pressure.

3. People ask you "what do you want to do with your life" and you are expected to have an answer????


Please just stop asking. Please. If I knew, trust me, I'd tell myself and then you.

I am sorry I don't have my life in perfect harmony right now but I am trying to get it close to that, I'd like if you don't point it out every 10 seconds.

4. You don't actually remember freshman year so did it actually happen?


Who was I last year? I don't know. I vaguely recall being excited about college without any stress but it is a hazy memory. I don't remember her.

I wish I did though, she was younger and more ignorant. I wish I could be her but I have seen too much.

5. I'm not a teenager anymore! What comes after teenager!


Yup I'm about to become 20 in 2019 and I'm not ready for that lifestyle at all.

I can't imagine being a senior in college and graduating. I hope y'all seniors are getting by because I am freaking out about being a sophomore so I can't even comprehend senioritis.

But I promise being a sophomore is not all bad. You are one year closer to graduating and finally being done with college. Planning to get an apartment with your friends is pretty fun and you can finally do some of the classes you really want to, even if they are significantly more harder than freshman courses.

Good luck!

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Working With People Who Are Dying Teaches You So Much About How To Live

Spending time with hospice patients taught me about the art of dying.


Death is a difficult subject.

It is addressed differently across cultures, lifestyles, and religions, and it can be difficult to find the right words to say when in the company of someone who is dying. I have spent a lot of time working with hospice patients, and I bore witness to the varying degrees of memory loss and cognitive decline that accompany aging and disease.

The patients I worked with had diverse stories and interests, and although we might have had some trouble understanding each other, we found ways to communicate that transcended any typical conversation.

I especially learned a lot from patients severely affected by dementia.

They spoke in riddles, but their emotions were clearly communicated through their facial expressions and general demeanor, which told a story all on their own.

We would connect through smiles and short phrases, yes or no questions, but more often than not, their minds were in another place. Some patients would repeat the details of the same event, over and over, with varying levels of detail each time.

Others would revert to a child-like state, wondering about their parents, about school, and about family and friends they hadn't seen in a long time.

I often wondered why their minds chose to wander to a certain event or time period and leave them stranded there before the end of their life. Was an emotionally salient event reinforcing itself in their memories?

Was their subconscious trying to reconnect with people from their past? All I could do was agree and follow their lead because the last thing I wanted to do was break their pleasant memory.

I felt honored to be able to spend time with them, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was intruding on their final moments, moments that might be better spent with family and loved ones. I didn't know them in their life, so I wondered how they benefited from my presence in their death.

However, after learning that several of the patients I visited didn't have anyone to come to see them, I began to cherish every moment spent, whether it was in laughter or in tears. Several of the patients never remembered me. Each week, I was a new person, and each week they had a different variation of the same story that they needed to tell me.

In a way, it might have made it easier to start fresh every week rather than to grow attached to a person they would soon leave.

Usually, the stories were light-hearted.

They were reliving a memory or experiencing life again as if it were the first time, but as the end draws nearer, a drastic shift in mood and demeanor is evident.

A patient who was once friendly and jolly can quickly become quiet, reflective, and despondent. I've seen patients break down and cry, not because of their current situation, but because they were mourning old ones. These times taught me a lot about how to be just what that person needs towards the end of their life.

I didn't need to understand why they were upset or what they wanted to say.

The somber tone and tired eyes let me know that what they had to say was important and worth hearing. What mattered most is that someone who cared was there to hear it.

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My First College Gal Pal Road Trip Was Amazing

Every girl should have one good girls trip.


In some way or another, everybody has a list of things they want to do in their lives before it's all over. After all, we're human. There's adventure to be had in every life. One thing I have always wanted to do before I grew too old and grey was go on a road trip with my gal pals to the beach. A couple weeks ago, I achieved this memorable milestone, and it allowed me to open up to new surroundings and experiences.

On this trip, I went with two of my friends from college, Kait and Lindsey, to visit my roommate Elizabeth in Virginia Beach. This was pretty big for Lindsey and I because neither of us had been to Virginia Beach before. Thankfully Elizabeth and Kait knew their way around the city, so we never got lost on our way to and fro.

Like most vacations, my favorite parts probably took place at the beach. I'm always at utter peace stomping through mushy sand or leaning down to splash the salty water that tries to knock my short self over. We took pictures and did something us college girls rarely have time to do especially in school: Relax.

The four of us did not live up to the crazed stereotype of girl trips in movies. Although I finally got a chance to sing along to Taylor Swift in a car ride with my friends, so that's always a plus. We played "Top Golf" one day, and by some miracle, I actually won the second game by a fair amount after much humiliation in the first one. We visited some of Elizabeth's family, and I finally got to meet her giant dog Apollo (I call him 'Wolf Dog'). Everyday was another chance to ask with enthusiasm: "So what are we doing today?"

Our trip wasn't like the movies where we all cried or confessed our deepest darkest secrets. Everything the four of us shared was laughter and this calm feeling of being at home, in the chaotic peace of each other's company. We understand each other a little better due to finally seeing what we're like outside of Longwood University. After this, all I can say is that we're most definitely planning the next one!

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