The college experiences comes with a series of different phases. Freshman year can feel like an emotional roller coaster between dorm life, studying, getting adjusted, living away from home, doing your own laundry, drinking (illegally), falling madly in love with several Zac Efron lookalikes and maintaining a GPA don’t won’t get your scholarships revoked, things can feel chaotic and overwhelming. Sophomore brings an overwhelming sense of coolness to your demeanor. You’re no longer an anxious freshman with a rolling book bag. You’ve been there. You’ve done that. You have a satchel now. Sophomore year was the funnest for me because I had gotten over that first year angst and my body was ready for all the things! Classes were still relatively easy and I felt a little more comfortable in my own skin.
Junior year was the most stressful. The bleak realization that you only have two years left, classes were more demanding, I had to cram in about 1,000 internships into a schedule that included a part-time job. /Dead. I was dead. By senior year I was so completely burnt out and done with the college life I was ready to throw in the towel and exchange any street cred I had acquired for a bus pass straight to adulthood.