The slump unspoken

We all know about the dreaded Sophomore Slump: Sophomore year comes around, and your bright-eyed, bushy-tailed first-year enthusiasm is sucked out of you by the spectre of work, work, work (and not in the fun way). 

Neither do I.

And, yeah, it’s definitely real. I’m rounding out the first month of sophomore year, and it has been perpetually draining. Every time I think I’m done for the day, I realize that stopping will only mean that I’m drowning in readings the next day.

 

No, it’s not. Not the end, never the end. Sigh.

All of that aside, I’ve realized there’s a different sort of Sophomore Slump I hadn’t accounted for: the partying slump. Now, that might seem like a horrendous idea to some, but here’s why this slump might not be as bad as it sounds.

Just a friendly, neighborhood suggestion.

 

First of all: school.

 

You probably shouldn’t be saying this to your homework.

 

For those of you out there who lived it up this weekend (like me) and are now suffering the consequences of not being productive during that span of time (like me), this rings especially true.

 

Me @ myself.

The fact of the matter is that sophomore year is, understandably, harder than freshman year. No longer do I have the ability to devote myself to Netfllix (my one and only) during the weekend; with a great workload comes a great time commitment.

Pictured: your coursework coming back to bite you in the ass.

(For greater frame of reference, I’m writing this in the SciLi, which has become like a second home to me as I try to make up for this past weekend. I have had four shots of espresso. My skin is vibrating.)

During freshman year, I partied almost every weekend because it was the thing to do, you know? Let off some steam, hang out with your friends — all good.

…Except when it wasn’t. There were times, even in freshman year, when I didn’t really feel like going out, either because of work or my general mood, but I still did because everyone else was up for partying (or seemed to be), and I didn’t want to jeopardize my developing friendships by missing out on the weekends. But things are different now, I have solid friendships, which makes it easier to stay home if I need to. And if I don’t want to party, I’m comfortable enough with my friends to just hang out.

Just chillin’.

Don’t suffer, beloved Brunonians. If you need to, take the weekend off and spread out that work. You won’t miss out. And believe me, you’re doing yourself a favor.

Pictured: you, going to bed early on Sunday night, for once.

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