We've all been the bright-eyed freshman on the first day of classes, and looking back on those semesters realized we've changed into sophomore zombies. Here are a few times Ron Swanson has really gotten us students.
Going to class as a freshman vs. going to class as a sophomore.
Freshly showered with your new (and clean) Comfort Colors T-shirt on, you're ready to take on your full day of classes and knock the ball out of the park. You always have your laptop with you, but also your notebook and pens -- just in case. Your books for this class are out on your desk (because you bought all of them for the semester, obviously).
Sophomore year you has rolled out of bed ten minutes before class, walked in late, and is wearing the same clothes from yesterday- and the day before. Also, you still haven't bought your books for the semester. It's mid-October.
Group projects were top priority last year.
Does anybody need any help? Because freshman year you has got everything under control and perfectly organized in your planner.
Sophomore year you has way more to worry about. Like trying to maybe one day get up early enough to shower before a class.
Answering clicker questions, then vs. now.
Did you just get all of them right?! Take that, Ashley. There' s nothing better than getting your attendance and competing with your best friend to see who can answer the questions the fastest.
Are your professors really still taking attendance at the beginning and end of class? Why. Just why.
Finally getting the test you studied for forever back.
An entire week spent in the library and a healthy breakfast before the exam? Yeah, you got this. Out of my way, people, I'm here to collect my A.
Yeah, one cram session the night before your exam wasn't your best move. Freshman year you: 1, sophomore year you: 0.
Writing your first 10-page paper of the year.
Freshman year you is sitting down in the library getting the paper done a month before it's due.
And sophomore year you spent the night before in the library and came up with this.
Meetings with your professor from one year to the next.
Meeting your professor freshman year in order to bump that B to an A was on the top of your to-do list. There's nothing more important than trekking to POT every day to ask your professor a small question about the paper due in two months.
Meeting with your professor sophomore year to keep that C from slipping any lower. There's nothing worse than trekking all the way to POT just to find out there's no extra credit available.
Making friends with as many people freshman year and then converting back to an introvert sophomore year.
Because freshman year was all about the new people you were meeting, and everything was non-stop fun and independence.
By sophomore year you're just trying to keep up with the friends you have and all of your work. Only five more semesters to get through.
And finally, getting through the first round of finals.
You spent an entire month in the library, day in and day out, and haven't seen your roommate since. And after this crushing week, you don't know whether to feel proud of your work ethic and endurance or if you should start the process of dropping out.
Sophomore year you spent one night in the library a few hours before your first finals. But you saved a month of studying. Still debating dropping out, though.
