Ode to Cornell Sophomore Year,

When RPCC brunch is dearly missed.

Your first few days back in Ith were more stressful than Svedka-ful,

But at least next year you'll have a place to live!

Ode to Cornell Sophomore Year,

When your frat list has dwindled down to two.

The word “internship” makes you gag a bit,

And you’ve probably got a pregame crew.

Ode to Cornell Sophomore Year,

A time when the O in O Week means something new.

It once meant “Orientation” and exploring,

But now it means “Oh god, what did I do?”

Ode to Cornell Sophomore Year,

When the Facebook event invites have multiplied.

Venturing abroad next year is a constant question,

Barcelona, Prague, or the countryside?

Ode to Cornell Sophomore Year,

When rushing or running rush makes you shiver.

You no longer need maps to get around,

But still don’t know where your library food should be delivered.

Ode to Cornell Sophomore Year,

Finally the TCAT isn't that complex.

But you’d rather get a ride with your Collegetown Cab guys,

Shout out to Ali, Kevin, Michael, and whoever comes next.

Ode to Cornell Sophomore Year,

Declaring your major is drawing near.

ILR doesn’t need to make a choice,

But what we study is still very very unclear.

Ode to Cornell Sophomore Year,

To yelling “freshmen” at the new kids.

To being second to last for pre-enroll,

To struggling to get business frat bids.

Ode to the Class of 2018,

Remember wandering and “Trap Queen?”

Ode to the Cornell Sophomores,

Here’s to us, here’s to Fetty, here’s to “What Do You Mean.”