Freshman year was exhilirating. Sophomore year was the time of my life. But Junior year? That's a whole other story.

Here's what I have learned thus far in my junior year of college....

1. Procrastination is no longer a fallback plan.

It is my only plan.

2. I will forever be broke and in debt.

When you're college broke, you return the bottles and cans from last weekend's festivities to pay for your bottles and cans for the next weekend's festivities. And then you cry because you realize it will take about 1 million cans to pay off your debt when you finally graduate.

3. I can go a full 48 hours without sleep...

and still survive. Who knew?

4. Coffee is no longer a morning drink.

Oh no, honey. You drink that shit all day long.

5. If you get an 89.99 in a class, it's still a 3.5.

Which is a B. Which means you're not going to get that internship this summer, which means you won't get a job out of college, which means you're going to be homeless, which means you're going to live alone with a bunch of stray cats in some back alley street asking those who got a 90.00 in class for spare change and you're never going to reach your full potential. Yup. Heartbreaking, isn't it?

Okay, that probably won't happen. But it's still annoying.

6. Duct tape is the answer to all of your problems.

Posters to hang? Duct tape. Leaky faucet? Duct tape. Broken backpack? Duct tape. Need a strapless bra? Duct tape. Loud and obnoxious kid sitting next to you in Biology?

7. You have fat in places you never even knew existed.

The Freshman-15 never went away and the beer gut is a real thing and I am forming a dad bod.

8. Being responsible isn't as fun as I thought it was going to be.

Okay, not that I ever thought it was going to be "fun". But, I thought maybe it would be exciting to own my own car and pay my own bills, and ya know, do adult stuff. Newsflash: it's not fun. And it's not exciting. It's scary and it's stressful and I don't want to adult anymore.

9. It's okay to fail.

And fail, I do.

10. Weekends are made for sleeping.

I use to think they were for partying, but now going out is more like a chore than anything else and I'd much rather sleep than dance next to a frat boy that smells like BO.