- You’re not a freshmen.
- So you know not to wear your lanyard around you neck.
- Or schedule any classes before 9 a.m.
- But you finally get to make fun of the kids who do.
- And you’re not a senior.
- So you don’t have to deal with job applications or the crippling fear that you’re about to be an adult.
- You’ve already gained your freshmen 15.
- And you’ve lost it, or accepted it, depending on how big your tits got.
- And even if you’ve accepted it, you’re still young.
- And therefore, still hot.
- You know which bars have the best drinks, staff, and guys.
- And you know which ones steal fake IDs and dignity.
- You know how to handle college classes.
- And never to sign up for a course unless you know someone else in it.
- Because yes. You know someone in every single one of your classes.
- But your whole life isn’t riding on this year’s GPA.
- You have a general idea what you want to do and what major to declare.
- But if you switch from hospitalities to psych this year, chances are you can still graduate on time.
- Not that you’ll want to graduate on time, but whatever.
- You FINALLY get a little.
- But you’re still cute enough that your big is obsessed with you.
- And you don’t yet have to deal with the jealousy of watching your own little get her offspring.
- Or the crippling fear of no longer being relevant when you get a GG-little.
- You’re old enough to know that you don’t always have to dress up.
- But young enough to pull off looking like a total slut when you want to.
- Going out is still 100 percent fun.
- But you’re also no longer scared of handing the bouncer your fake.
- Or confidently ordering a vodka soda.
- Because yes. You’ve moved on from sex on the beach and amaretto sours.
- You’ve dumped your high school boyfriend and realized how much happier you are without him.
- But you don’t feel the need to find a new guy, with engagements still a long way off.
- You can hook up with basically any guy at the bar.
- If he’s a freshmen, it’s not like he’s thaaaat much younger.
- And seniors aren’t as creepy, now that you’ve had a year to get your sex-legs.
- Spring break is dedicated to going on cruises or visiting a party town.
- Instead of just seeing your high school bf.
- Or checking out grad schools and going on interviews.
- You still casually keep in touch with your high school friends.
- So you don’t feel like a friendless loser yet, whenever you go home for break.
- Speaking of friends, you finally have a good set of those at school too.
- And you know which classes to take, where to sit, and have a stream of old notes from people looking out for you.
- You know not to fear standards.
- But you’ve also learned the secret of discretion.
- It’s okay if you still get freshmen-year drunk.
- But you’re also much better at holding your liquor.
- You’re not spending every night in a twin-extra long.
- And walking around a frat house in nothing but a long t-shirt no longer phases you.
- Being at a frat house isn’t totally depressing yet.
- Because you can still attend frat parties without feeling like a complete grandma.
- But you’re confident enough to play flip cup, instead of just standing in the corner, smiling nervously at your phone.
- You can also attend house parties because you actually know a few people with houses.
- And you’re hooking up with people in houses.
- You know where almost everything is on campus, so you know how to avoid exes. Or find them. Whatever suits your needs
- And you’re learning the art of casual hookups, awkward run-ins, and how to be exactly who you want to be.
- You’re in the fun, fearless year where you can do whatever the hell you want.
- With whoever the hell you want.
- And even though you’re old enough to know better, you’re young enough not to GAF. Cheers to the best year, and never, ever grow up. Trust..
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