Junior year?? What??? Noo, I want to go back into hiding

[pastwatcher]

The prospect of being a junior, two years older than incoming freshmen, the most active class in activities--being an officer in HRSFA, the Noteables, /and/ Uchoir--being forced to start specializing (not to mention grad courses) in math, picking a thesis topic at the end of the year, etc., etc., ...is actually quite frightening. Help!! It seems like this is the most important part of college, except that it seems like that every year, and each year is so different...but help!

That said, I'm coming up to Harvard on Saturday afternoon; I have rehearsal until 4, and probably want to be around my room or a couple of others until after dinner. But just to let people know, I'll be around. Oh, and my mouth looks a little scraped up, but that's just because all of my wisdom teeth are gone.

I should be packing. I really hate packing. I will now pack a bit more, then go into coping mechanisms; I have good ones at the moment, because the Deryni series is good. I'm not even freaked out about getting my hair trimmed tomorrow--must have something to do with the wisdom teeth, or the fact that it is /finally/ long enough to possibly be okay afterwards.

Does anyone have anything to say about how junior year compares with freshman, sophomore and senior years? It was actually the start of quite a /good/ time for me in high school, and not because that's when I started taking /undergrad/ math classes, but that was different.

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Senescent babble

[ophblekuwufu.livejournal.com]

Freshman year you sort of get cared about for free. After that, people will still care about you, but they'll expect you to meet them half-way, to reach out to them and show them you want to be friends.
Junior year is great because you're settled and confident enough that it isn't as /scary/ to reach out.

If it's any comfort, sophomore and senior years are probably harder than freshman and junior years. Imagine freshman year as childhood, sophomore year as adolescence, junior year as adulthood, and senior year as senescence, and you aren't that far off the mark.

That makes sophomore year the place where lots of people alternate between yearning for the protection given freshman and itching for the responsibility given upperclassmen, of growing disillusioned with the old guard and trying to figure out how to carve out a place for yourself. I don't promise that the beginning of next year will suddenly be perfect (we can all attest that young adulthood can be pretty rocky), but if you follow true to form, I predict that at some point next year you'll find that you've reached a stable and satisfactory equilibrium (perhaps surprisingly far away from where you started, or perhaps surprisingly close.)

(It's not quite that bad as all that for seniors, of course. You deal with some of the same issues of learning to accept that you'll lose the world you've known, and that it will change and go on without you. On the other hand, you pass away from it not into oblivion but into the rest of your life--a pretty good deal, all things considered).