You dream of college most of your life. The friends, the parties, the freedom, and the education (maybe). Once you get to college, you realize how unprepared you actually are and you spend most of your freshman year trying to figure out what college exactly is. By the time May rolls around, you are basically a college pro (in your own mind). You've never been so motivated and educated in your whole life and you are determined to keep it up for the next three years... or so you think. After a whole summer away from campus, you come back to realize college is a little more different than you remembered. This, my friends, is called the "Sophomore Slump" and it is so much more real than I ever even imagined. To honor the "Sophomore Slump", here are a few differences (as told by the cast of Friends) between your Freshman year and your Sophomore year of college.
Freshman Year: You started packing the day you graduated high school #CollegeBoundB*itches
Sophomore Year: You started packing the night before you had to leave and procrastinated finishing until 3am.
Freshman Year: You cry your eyes out saying goodbye to your parents. How on earth could you live without them?!
Sophomore Year: You literally made tire marks rollin' out of your driveway trying to make the quickest getaway possible.
Freshman Year: You packed every single item of clothing in your closet. I mean, of course you need the sweater you wore to your 8th grade picture day, who cares if it doesn't fit!
Sophomore Year: Due to the fact that you wore sweatpants and sweatshirts to class everyday last year, you brought almost no clothes and realized that when it took you maybe 10 minutes to unpack everything you brought.
Freshman Year: You arrived to class 20 minutes early on the first day to get a good seat and girl-flirt with the professor. Early bird gets the worm (and the bonus points)!
Sophomore Year: You seriously considered skipping your first class on the first day (at 10:30 nonetheless). Who needs MicroBiology anyway?
Freshman Year: The dining hall food actually makes you want to cry. Where is mom's homemade mac-and-cheese when you need it?
Sophomore Year: Easy Mac and Cup-O-Noodles actually become your best friends. And Domino's Lava Cakes are your boyfriend.
Freshman Year: You read every single one of the readings your professors assigned. I mean, what if there is a pop quiz?!
Sophomore Year: Homework is ALWAYS a suggestion.
Freshman Year: You stayed up all night writing a paper for your English class and you genuinely believed you would get an A. The lowest grade you got in high school was a 92, college has got nothing on you.
Sophomore Year: Paper due at midnight? I'll start it at 10:23, that'll give me enough time to take a snack break.
Freshman Year: You physically cry getting your first C- and call your mom convinced you are going to fail out of college.
Sophomore Year: A C- means you didn't fail which means you absolutely KILLED it.
Freshman Year: You show up to a Frat party at 10:30 with a squad 20 people deep and spend the whole walk there practicing your "please let me in" speech.
Sophomore Year: You show up at 11:45 and immediately lose all of your friends for the rest of the night. "It's ok, Cindy, Brad SO loves you," you end up telling some crying girl in the bathroom who saw her one-night-stand hanging out with some other girl.
But whether you're a Freshman or a Sophomore, college is a pretty awesome and it flies by before you know it. So, keep crying about those C-'s and keep telling Cindy that Brad loves her, because you only have one chance to make it worthwhile. Happy Sophomore Slumpin'.
