Freshman [fresh-muh n] noun – a novice, or beginner
Senior [seen-yer] adjective – 1. older or elder 2. of higher or the highest rank or standing.
Personally, I would prefer the second definition of senior rather than the first. Many people though would be willing to associate the adjective of old (as in grandma) to me. In a sense, I am not too excited to be known as an older or more elder individual. I would rather be a freshman forever … well in every aspect rather than the normal 15-20 pound weight gain that comes with being a freshman due to the outrageous food plan and accessibility to everything fattening and horrible for your body.
I would rather be able to sit back to plan and romanticize my future rather than realize that I have to actually start making “big girl” decisions about a job, house, bills and which lifetime subscription of newspaper I want. Instead, I am currently having a meltdown between graduation announcements that I still need to send out (sorry mom for being a little late with that) and actually trying to figure out a housing situation and job title. As of right now, it looks like “Taco Bell Cashier” will be making the newest addition to my resume … because lets be real, I am not just going to settle for McDonald’s – I have more class as a “high ranking senior” than that. But all this talk of graduation and life after school makes me realize that people actually like freshman more than seniors. Freshman are the future, they will be expanding and can actually be impressionable versus a group of seniors that realize that not everything glitters in gold and sometimes life actually is not as easy as we all think it will be as freshman.
The best example of this would be the memories of college parties – new and old. As a freshman, I thought house parties were the ULTIMATE celebration and deserved to be worked in to my schedule on Friday night before even considering anything else. I was royalty at these house parties. I was able to walk in, grab a drink, and dance the night away. Now, I can’t even fathom going to a house party without feeling slightly nauseated. The amount of people shoved in to a two bedroom house is always quite amazing to me now. Not to mention, the alcohol always tastes far worse in a dirty solo cup than I ever remembered before. For some reason, I just don’t even see the appeal as I did when I was a freshman.
Maybe I will never quite understand the major differences that I experience between my freshman and senior year, but I do know that if I could back and continue to just be a college student forever I would do it. There is nothing better in this world than walking around campus and being able to really embrace the entire culture and experiences it has to offer. Four years really has gone by a lot faster than I could have ever imagined but I wouldn’t rewrite the lessons and stories I have for anything. I have found my best friends and enemies, my fiance and my exes, and my passion for Louisville sports and hatred for our rivals.
Being a senior is the worst, because it finally means that I have to start a new chapter and begin filling pages with new stories and words even though I may not be ready to. But then again, was I ever really ready to be a freshman?