Things first-year students say vs what every other student says
In our first year, we say a lot of crazy things because we're energised beyond belief and feel the need to prove ourselves. But as soon as second and third year rolls around, trying to summon the same energy we once had just isnât possible. If youâve made it past first year, chances are youâve also become the uni clichÃ© you never thought youâd become.
âOh no Iâm going to be late!â vs âOh well, I may as well get a coffee.â
If youâre already running late, you may as well do the walk of shame in the lecture theatre properly with coffee in hand and the awkward yet apologetic smile in place. Itâs just logical.
âI feel so mature.â vs âI am actually old.â
When youâre a first year you donât walk around, you stride because youâve finally reached university and life is looking pretty damn good. But when youâre a third year hitting up O-Week for a free Boost coupon and see all the very excited and energetic first years, you canât help but feel worn out. Â
âWhat if I donât make any friends?â vs âWhereâs the therapy dog at?â
I donât know whether the lack of caring is due to the constant stress or whether weâve become disenchanted as time has gone on. Regardless of the reason, the lack of caring has instead resulted in less of a social life and more of an influx of nights in with Netflix, meme-tagging, and âHydraulic Press vs Golf Ballâ videos.
âWhat do I wear?â vs âI really need to wash this shirt...â
You know you just donât care anymore when outfit repeating is a thing of the past and you rock up to uni in leggings, your Year 12 jumper and different coloured socks. The ever shrinking interest in personal hygiene and secret stash of dry shampoo and deodorant means youâve definitely grown out of your first-year habits.
âTwenty per cent is a lot of my final grade.â vs âIâll make up for it in the next one.â
Nothing chances the fact that twenty per cent is a lot of someoneâs grade â but desperate times call for desperate measures. This is all in the efforts to ready yourself for a Distinction bordering on a Credit or a Credit bordering on a Pass that youâll cop as a smack on the wrist. Then of course youâll make it up in the next one.
âParty!â vs âNaps!â
And by this I mean bunkering down for an afternoon refresher only to wake up even more tired than you were before. FOMO does nothing to you anymore, so with a guilty yet necessarily phone call you pull the, âOn second thoughts, I have uni tomorrow and I probably shouldnât go.â
âIâll apply next year.â vs âShit...â
This isnât necessarily a first-year thing, although when you are in first year, you generally push future planning to the back of your mind because you have plenty of time to mull over itâ¦later. But if your degree is a mere three years and you find yourself at the end of second year with the above thoughts finally catching up to you, well then shit.
âWhere should we go for lunch today?â vs âDo you want some of my sandwich?â
In the good old days, lunch used to mean leaving campus with friends for a fancy brunch or dining at the totally over-priced hipster cafÃ©. But now? Perhaps lunch from home will do, or maybe a $2.50 sushi when you feel like treating yourself.
âI have goss!â vs âHave you seen that meme?â
After all, all the gossip just gets exhausting after a while compared to the shits and giggles that memes can provide during a lecture.
âIâll drive!â vs âYou drive.â
Driving seemed fun to begin with. But the novelty wears off when you canât find parking or change for ticket machines. Not to mention the feeling of trying to remain calm when someone justÂ canâtÂ drive and watching the price skyrocket when youâre filling up fuel. #yay
Steffanie is studying a Bachelor of Journalism at Monash University and is horrible at bios and that is all that needs to be said.Â