Opinion
As I lay awake in bed a few nights ago thinking about how different I've felt this year as compared to last, my roommate muttered in his sleep, "It's true." Propelled by this harbinger of coincidence, I knew I was on to something momentous.
Last year I felt altogether overwhelmed, unsure of how to deal with the hectic trimester schedule, dealing with a roommate, the blitzkrieg of opportunities available, the uber-students who participated in all of them, all the 'shmobs I felt left out of, and a few draconian classes in which I was apparently tested on how well I could read the profs' minds (I didn't flunk any, but ... two C+'s in the same term is a tad frustrating).
But this year things aren't nearly as overwhelming, and last term I felt, for the first time, like a true sophomore.