A farewell to my underclassman status

I’m kind of sad, kind of excited

As finals roll around the corner, your mind is in a constant buzz. Not only do you think about all the things you need to get done, but you also reflect on how your semester and year went. After doing so, I – a sophomore – realized one major thing:

I am no longer going to be an underclassman.

This absolutely freaked me out. As excited as I am to finally be an upperclassman, there are quite a few things that I will miss about my first two years of college:

The fact that it is totally okay to be undecided on a major or questioning where you want to head in life

And with that, always being reassured you have plenty of time to figure it out.



Not being expected to fully “adult” yet

What even are bills? Grocery shopping? Graduation?

The fact that you can totally get by without a job or with a non-serious one, like serving food or making coffee

It’s now time to start looking for “real” jobs and internships and becoming a “professional” (…could someone tell me how to write a cover letter?)

The fact that it’s no longer acceptable to live in a dorm

Not that you’d want to any longer but you have to actually start rent and bills each month.

Having the ease of meeting your friends at the dining halls

Because there’s no where easier to hang out at, and you’re still way too lazy to cook all your meals each day. If you’re lucky your parents still put money on your meal account.

Your bedroom at your parents house will now turn into an office or a storage room of sorts

So… do I sleep on the couch with the dog now?

And finally, your parents stop pushing you to be single and free

So they start pushing you to find someone to settle down with after college. No thanks, mom, I enjoy my lone wolf status…

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Like Carrie Underwood says, “the more boys I meet, the more I love my dog.”

“So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye…” to my beloved sophomore year. I will miss you and the lack of responsibility you carried. Hello, adulthood, where I probably still won’t know how to adult.

University of Wisconsin