"It’s Saturday! Can’t wait to
chill in my room." (Wait, what?)
- Every student who isn't a freshman
Hello everyone! Hi again! I know,
it’s been a long time and well, for those who were wondering if I had died- bad
news- I haven’t. But hey! ‘Better late than never’, no? (Not always.)
Anyways, coming to the point,
guess who’s in their second year of college? ME! I made it, I survived freshman
year and here I am, two months into second year, and I must say… there is
nothing similar between the two years.
Let’s start with college! In
freshman year, everything seemed so amazing! WOW, COLLEGE! WOW, PEOPLE! WOW,
CLASSES! WOW, TEACHERS! WOW, ASSIGNMENTS! And other things too- WOW, CLUBS! WOW,
PARTIES! WOW, PLACES! WOW, LIFE!
Second year? OH GOD, COLLEGE! GOD… CLASSES! (In some cases- GOD… LACK OF CLASSES!) OH NO, PARTIES! OH NO,PEOPLE! OH MY GOD ‘EVERYTHING’, PLEASE GET OUT OF MY FACE!
Second year? OH GOD, COLLEGE! GOD… CLASSES! (In some cases- GOD… LACK OF CLASSES!) OH NO, PARTIES! OH NO,PEOPLE! OH MY GOD ‘EVERYTHING’, PLEASE GET OUT OF MY FACE!
Yes, I know- major difference! But no change
is greater than the way you spend your time! I’m going to focus on that. Let me
begin!
Well, in some universities, like
mine, second year students and above have the privilege of an extension in perm
time. Some colleges have the same curfew for all students, and some don’t have a
curfew at all! Honestly, when I had a curfew of 9:30pm, I couldn’t stop
cribbing, thinking that I could change my whole life if I had a better perm
time! That was in my freshman year. In my second year, we no longer have to
come back to our rooms at 9:30pm. We can stay out till 10:30pm! One hour extra,
that’s all! More time equals more things to do, right? But suddenly, you don’t
know what to do with so much time… like all the extra time you have, which is
basically just an hour, will still manage to drive you crazy! You go all “Um, got
to find new ways to spend this time! Got to put it to good use! So… let us
parttyyyy!” Yes. That is the ‘good use’! In the first month, when you’re just
back from home, you’re like “damn, now that I have time, I can’t go back early to
the room and waste it, I’ve got to do something… anything!” And like you
promised yourself, you do go out. You meet new people. You look at your
juniors; you totally judge them. That’s probably because they are like 12345345234
times hotter than you are or ever will be. (I wonder what our seniors thought
of us!) It’s worse when the juniors don’t care about your existence. We should
matter, shouldn’t we? After all, they’re still embryos. Reality check- nobody
cares. They get their shit together within two days.
Coming back to partying, you
suddenly find all the places crowded with freshman year students, obviously
excited about everything in life, and realization dawns upon you… “Oh my god,
I’m no longer important!” Well, guess what? It’s true. So you eventually get
bored and irritated of the noise, and you leave. And then you never feel like
going back to place which was practically your home in freshman year.
I think being in the second year
is the worst feeling ever. The freshmen become the centre of attraction- it’s
like childhood again; they’re the shiny new toys. And you have your seniors;
the final year students who suddenly become so important because they’re
somehow running half the college now. And what do you become? You are the
second born child (Is that even a thing? I don’t know how to put it!)… I think
that explains everything.
By second year, you find a way to
deal with stress and assignments and other bullshit like that, and they no
longer drive you crazy like they did in the first year. Not that the work load
is any less, it’s just that ‘completing it’ becomes more important that ‘giving
your best’, and you scrape through it. Like, in first year, we usually go “oh
man, exams are almost here! Gotta study! Gotta score well! Gotta top the class!”
and other things like that! Second year? “Dude, exams are here! What marks
would I need to pass? Okay then!”
Yes. Hopeless.
Of course, there are few who would prefer dying over getting a mediocre GPA, but… we’re not talking about them. We’re talking about humans.
Yes. Hopeless.
Of course, there are few who would prefer dying over getting a mediocre GPA, but… we’re not talking about them. We’re talking about humans.
In the first year, I think we
focus on getting to know everything about the place and the people- so much,
that we actually don’t end up seeing more than half of it! It’s only in the
second year, that you’re used to doing things you almost always do, that you make
time to do new things, see new places and actually go around meeting new
people. You meet new people every semester. Friends change every semester. That’s
life, face it! Eventually, you get introduced to new subjects and you realise
that you’re actually interested in something else, and not the ‘life goal’ you
came to college with. That shit will happen no matter what, because interests
keep changing and so do people. Just make the most of everything you get.
You start putting your time into
things that are more productive and not just ‘fun’ or ‘new’, is that what they
call growing up? I don’t know (because if that is ‘growing up’, I’m clearly bad
at it!). It’s still September. I guess we’ll know that by the end of this year!
Until then, let us survive
college.
P.S: I miss high school.