Junior Year


I’ve had this blog since January of my freshman year and even though it honestly seems like just yesterday, it’s been almost two years.  I’m a junior now and that means a lot of things.  They’re all kind of a big deal and I want to talk bout all of them in an easily readable format so you guys are just going to have to tough it out and read a list.  It’s not that big a deal, work with me here.

1. I’m an upperclassman.

This is actually really important to me, but it only is because one person made it so.  For those of you who don’t attend my school, I need to explain something.  Every student at my school is a part of a house made up of one to two house advisors (faculty/administrators) and about twenty kids.  Those kids come from all grades and most of them stay with the same house their entire high school careers.  That means you have new freshman coming into regular contact with seniors and juniors on a daily basis.  This is literally the scariest thing ever.  There are few scenarios more frightening for a brand new freshman than having to talk to an upperclassman.  So, my freshman year, there was one senior in particular who scared the shit out of everyone.  I’m going to change his name to protect him, but if Frank finds out that I wrote about him I’d just like to say that he’s handsome and strong and smart and please don’t beat me up I’m so sorry.  Anyway, this guy was super intimidating and not the nicest guy in town, but he was an upperclassman so you had to respect him.  I think he liked me (he once shoved me and apologized because he thought I was “a different frosh scum” and that I was “ok for a frosh scum.”) but one of my best friends in my house said he was so sure that Frank hated him and was genuinely scared for his safety.  Thus, it’s pretty awesome to be able to say that I’m an upperclassman too because I don’t have to be Frank’s bitch anymore.  I’m a big boy now.  Nobody scares big boys.  Also, I can break the chain of abuse; I don’t have to be the upperclassman that’s horrible to the underclassmen.  We’ll see how that works out.  (I’d just like to add that Frank really wasn’t that bad of a guy at all.  It became a running joke in my house but I want to say that he was never actually mean to any of us and although he was a bit scary, I think he was a good guy.  I hope he’s doing well and enjoying college.)

2. My curfew is later.

This one is pretty self-explanatory but it essentially means that I can stay at parties for longer than ten minutes because I don’t have to be home by ten thirty anymore.  This is pretty sweet, but it’s only cool because I actually know how to behave at parties now.  Back when I was a freshman, I would freak out at parties due to the fact that I didn’t have the slightest idea what I was supposed to do at one.  Should I get drunk?  (No way, drinking is horrible and I absolutely don’t condone it whatsoever.)  (You read that college acceptance officer?  I’m a perfect applicant for your school and accepting me is the best choice you’ll ever make!!!!)  Should I bring a present?  Should I take part in the group activity and throw snowballs at the homeless person outside?  These were all questions I would have struggled with as a freshman, but now as a junior, I can answer them with ease and spend more time at the party taking part in them.

3.  I can go to the gym.

I had to be sixteen to go the gym, so yeah, that’s a thing now.

4.  Puberty!!!!!! Yay!

Not really though hahahahahahahahahaha.  Hahaha. Ha.

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About julian822

This blog is informal to say the least. It's almost like an online journal, filled with stories that I find funny, interesting things/links and anything else that comes to my mind. Enjoy.
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One Response to Junior Year

  1. Krandon Batz says:

    Wrd breh

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