Being a “Super Senior” during my current last semester of college, I was originally psyched because being completely done with my gen-eds and credits needed for both my major and minor, my last classes I signed up for were complete and total blow-off classes of my choosing to get me to those last few credits I needed to graduate in December.

Naturally, it’s only logical to pick out the random classes I would never take otherwise, like Introduction to Psych or Introduction to Art. AKA—classes us upperclassmen could do in our sleep.

However, as I squeezed into these lecture halls packed with these hopeful, shiny, baby-faced freshman, I could smell the fear in the air. Suddenly, I became very aware of just what I was in for. I’m sure all of us older students can relate to this experience, so I compiled a list of thoughts that I had during my first week enduring the Freshman Classes of Doom that every other senior in a freshman class has definitely thought.

• You show up no earlier than five minutes to your class and struggle to find a seat because everyone else showed up a half hour ago to be early.
• You can’t help but notice all of the brand new supplies surrounding you: colorful new binders with matching folders, backpacks that aren’t falling apart, freshly sharpened pencils and expensive pens, newly bought textbooks, etc. I flip through my half-used notebook from another class last semester and struggle to find a pen that has ink/isn’t a free one from Bronco Bash and wonder how I got here.
• Why is the girl sitting next to me wearing a skirt to a morning class?
• REMEMBER SYLLABUS DAY? IT’S STILL AN ACTUAL THING! I think we can all agree that after your first year of classes, syllabus day is not a thing. You are almost always expected to have printed off the syllabus yourself and looked through it yourself and possibly even done assigned reading/homework before the class has even started so you can dive into material on the first day. And as professors spent an hour going over every single word on the syllabus, I sat bored, thinking, “Of course we all know not to plagiarize! Of course, we should look at the dates to know what is due at what time. Of course, finals week schedules are different than normal! Why must we go over this pointless material when I could be sleeping?" As those around me scribbled down information as fast as they could, the look of sheer panic on their faces.
• Do I honestly need to fill out this “About Me” sheet? Some of my classes have over 100 students in them. Are you seriously telling me you’re going to actually remember my favorite movie from when I was a child and my hobbies/talents/recreational activities you’re asking me to fill out?
• There are too many backpacks with wheels for me to feel comfortable here.
• Yes, I do know where Rood Hall is, and yes, you probably will still get lost even after I tell you how to get there for your next class.
• It’s only been five minutes? How has it only been five minutes?!
• Wait, classes actually get out early? After years of class going until the very last second of its scheduled time, getting out early was weird, and now I don’t know what to do with myself while I wait for my next class.
• I’m old.
• It’s only been seven minutes? How has it only been seven minutes?!
• This is the only homework we have to do…really? *Fist pumps the air as freshman begin to sweat with the worry of a big workload*
• Maybe if I’m nice, one of them will swipe me into the caf for lunch…
• I’m old.
• Scurry away, little ones, for your next class is only an hour away. I stare longingly, half missing the feeling of not knowing where a building was or being able to use Bronco Bucks to get a snack.
• Overhearing conversations about being excited to graduate...