It’s a late Friday afternoon at the library and you’re the only one there. The staff eye you oddly, wondering if you have friends. They want you to leave so they can go home early, but you know you won’t because you have three end-of-term projects due in 3 days.
You go home anyway. The projects will get done at some point.
Random dance parties become a necessary expulsion of stress.
You use the library’s media/tech services to make life-size cardboard cutouts of Alex Trebek, rather than for class presentations.
All the other students look like young children.
You would rather play with your Ultimate Frisbee league in cold rain, wind, lightning and potential tornadoes than go to class or do your homework.
You spend increasing amounts of time pondering your future.
You spend increasing amounts of time avoiding pondering your future.
You live at the local coffeeshop.
You’ve said, “Oh, well you’re only a sophomore. You’ve got plenty of time to pick a major” at least twice.
You know about the secret loft in the English building.
Either you have access to, or you know someone who can give you access to, at least one restricted area.
You have been to the houses of multiple professors.
Your cap and gown are in one of two places: stuffed in the closet, or hidden under the bed.
You wonder if they will really refuse to give you a diploma because your academic requirements aren’t met yet.
You have attended one or more “senior dinners.”
You know the best places to go in order to snag free coffee or food. (It helps if your college has a hotel on campus…a hotel with continental breakfast…)
You have underclassmen friends sneak you bagels and gummy bears out of the cafeteria because you’re no longer on meal plan.
Crossing items off the college bucket list becomes a frantic activity.
You take any excuse to go to the local pub: “It’s my last Stein Night.” “I have class there.” “All the senior Spanish majors are going.” “It’s the twenty-seventh day after Labor Day AND the second Monday of the month. Hoo ra.”
You’ve learned how to nap and study at the same time. Yes, that’s right. Mastered it.
You’ve fallen asleep on top of this at least once:
You get cool ideas to makes lists like “you know you’re a senior when,” and then you get bored and go do something else.
You go home anyway. The projects will get done at some point.
Random dance parties become a necessary expulsion of stress.
You use the library’s media/tech services to make life-size cardboard cutouts of Alex Trebek, rather than for class presentations.
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| Oh, Alex. You're such a charmer. |
All the other students look like young children.
You would rather play with your Ultimate Frisbee league in cold rain, wind, lightning and potential tornadoes than go to class or do your homework.
You spend increasing amounts of time pondering your future.
You spend increasing amounts of time avoiding pondering your future.
You live at the local coffeeshop.
You’ve said, “Oh, well you’re only a sophomore. You’ve got plenty of time to pick a major” at least twice.
You know about the secret loft in the English building.
Either you have access to, or you know someone who can give you access to, at least one restricted area.
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| Oh, those naive young days when I had no special keys to anything... |
You have been to the houses of multiple professors.
Your cap and gown are in one of two places: stuffed in the closet, or hidden under the bed.
You wonder if they will really refuse to give you a diploma because your academic requirements aren’t met yet.
You have attended one or more “senior dinners.”
You know the best places to go in order to snag free coffee or food. (It helps if your college has a hotel on campus…a hotel with continental breakfast…)
You have underclassmen friends sneak you bagels and gummy bears out of the cafeteria because you’re no longer on meal plan.
Crossing items off the college bucket list becomes a frantic activity.
You take any excuse to go to the local pub: “It’s my last Stein Night.” “I have class there.” “All the senior Spanish majors are going.” “It’s the twenty-seventh day after Labor Day AND the second Monday of the month. Hoo ra.”
You’ve learned how to nap and study at the same time. Yes, that’s right. Mastered it.
You’ve fallen asleep on top of this at least once:
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| You were expecting something else? |
You get cool ideas to makes lists like “you know you’re a senior when,” and then you get bored and go do something else.
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