If I could describe my Sophomore year in college in one phrase, it would be: a deep, interesting journey. The things I learned and experienced this past academic year, are gradually stripping away the naivety that still stays with me. Before going into college I had (and somewhat still have) this idea that I'm gonna make all these great friends, get amazing grades, meet someone that I could be with long-term after college, get a bunch of internships, graduate, get a job,...you get the picture. I had this checklist of how my life would be in college and if things did not mark that checklist that put me into a panic. Hmm! Panic. Panic, would also describe my sophomore year. I panicked about my performance in classes and my performance in interacting with the people around me. Panic told me I could fail a course. Panic kept me uneasy over my first relationship I had in college. Panic made me doubt myself. Panic kept me up at night, sometimes wanting to cry or scream.Yet panic defined all these things that have troubled me for so long and put them into things I can change for the better. I learned in my Sophomore year that a student can study well and do their best to understand the material they're taught in a class that may be hard for them, yet still fail the exams. But that's okay. The student did the best of their ability. I learned that you're only young once and age goes by faster than I thought. I learned that it makes sense to do all the crazy, fun, taboo decisions in your youth. Yet, I still hold the belief that one should do things in moderation and not to the point that it could damage one's life. Love and all the factors connected with it, leave me with questions and theories. Such as: Does love at first sight exist?, Are relationships overrated?, Hot guys that have "ideal qualities" are a myth, Should all couples have a friendship as the foundation of their relationship?, College dating is the worst. I had a few tearful breakdowns in my Sophomore year. Yet failed to fully understand and appreciate the amazing things I accomplished in that year. I started my own campus student organization, went on a service trip to West Virginia, wrote an article for my college's newspaper, produced work for my show and was actively involved in all my student activities. Sophomore year taught me that I doubt myself a lot, hindering me from doing things I'm capable of doing. It told me that I'm impatient in wanting things to go well, but patient to bullshit. It told me to talk to people I trust with issues that would bother me deep inside. My naivety about love, sex, relationships, school and self-admiration were overturned for the most part.