It is still crazy to me to think that a little over a year ago, I was just figuring out that I had the opportunity to come to Hopkins, and now I am basically an expert on all things Hopkins. One year, two semesters, and many long nights later, I am a sophomore. It is so weird to think that I am now able to give advice, to see people filling the same shoes that I filled last year, and to see people as nervous and as scared as I was at this time last year. I have made a complete transition from the one asking for directions to the one giving directions, and it feels really great to not be lost for once.


The definition of ~sophomore swag~

It is now time for the groups that I am on campus to start accepting new members, and it is kind of sad to realize that I won’t be a “SAABaby” or “Baby Hopper” anymore. The whirlwind that is freshman year goes by so quickly, and it is mostly because you spend the majority of your time figuring things out step by step. Now that I am a sophomore, I realize that now I have to be ~a real student~ and truly focus on academics, because, let’s face it, I have no excuses anymore. I cannot be late to class and say I could not find the classroom, and that is a scary feeling.


My usual excuse for tardiness

Although the confidence of surviving freshman year is slowly drifting away, it is luckily being replenished by the fact that I now have the answers to the questions that I was asking this time last year. There is a certain type of ~swag~ that I see in all of my friends now that we know where we are going, know how to get there, and we know what to do when we get there. We are sophomores, so naturally, more is expected from us. After surviving the freshman fifteen, the freshman plague, and freshman year in  general, sophomore year will be a breeze.

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BYE Freshman Year