1. Noticing that the person next to me in lecture is just casually binge watching Netflix. I’m pretty sure she made it through a few seasons by the end of the semester. Good for her. Hard work pays off kids.
2. Realizing that academic rigor & expectations had decreased while the hoops I needed to jump had increased exponentially. Lamesauce.
3. Learning to pack more snacks than you would for a toddler because four hour classes are death. Sustenance is key here. And caffeine. A lot of it.
4. The moment that you get used to four hour classes and don’t even blink at spending all your evenings in dull fluorescent rooms.
5. Noticing that despite there always only being 1-3 men in the room that they typically dominate the conversation. Chances double if said men are near your father's age. My stats are def sound. This also gave me stabby feelings if we want to be precise.
6. Finally figuring out where the hell everyone was always getting cookies from. [it’s enderis, duh]
7. Fantasizing about grad school being done so you can actually go read something helpful for your practice. The irony. Also, what on earth do all of you people do with your free time??? It genuinely puzzles me when you say that you don't have any time. I digress.
8. There are two types of people in class: 1. People who snarf all things sugar 2. People who bring carefully packed sliced veggies & nuts. Sometimes I wonder if these people can also be divided into I Have Kids/ Zero Time & I Have a Cat, It’s Great.
9. Also, when did college kids start looking like tiny babies? And why did that tiny baby just ask me if I’m also a freshman?
10. Thinking about how you’ll probably do it all again one day because you’ve clearly lost your damn mind.