There are few things that are better than your freshman year of college. You get to move to a new place, make a brand new group of friends, and you are finally living on your own. Freshman year rocks. Then comes sophomore year. You're not new on campus anymore, you're not a senior, and you're not turning 21 this year. The thrill of college has kind of worn off and you're comfortable with your friends and your living environment. You start to realize that it might be time to figure your life out (it seems like everyone else has). The real world is getting closer by the second. Guess what? You're smack dab in the middle of your sophomore year slump.

Looking back on freshman year, you realize that you were so young, so naive, and so full of life.

Everyone is out getting a real job/internship.

Your classes are getting harder.

You can't use being a freshman as an excuse anymore.

However, you can definitely look back and wish that you hadn't done that so much last year.

You should probably join a club.

This thought was probably triggered by a quick glance at your resume.

When you look at your GPA, it isn't what it used to be.

You start to realize that you're halfway done with college.

Everyone is getting into serious relationships.

You have to accept the fact that you are officially a NARP.

In freshman year, you could still say that you were an athlete in high school and that you will probably start playing again soon. Now, you're just like the rest of 'em.

You have to start thinking about your future.

Unfortunately, all of this makes you too tired to care.