Life as a Sophomore

By: Grace Litterer

     Life as a sophomore is not all that interesting. Yep, you heard it right. Don’t let that picture for the cover fool you. Sophomore year is certainly not smiling and waving from your brand new car. It’s the second year of high school. You’re not a freshman, who is hopeful and new to the classes. You’re not a junior, who is being constantly tested for college/life readiness at age 16. And you’re certainly not a senior, who is obsessed with making the best last year. You’re a sophomore. As someone who was a sophomore last year, it’s not all that exciting.
     Sophomore life is not being recognized. You aren’t a freshman, thank goodness, cause that was a rough year, but you are still an underclassman. Of course, you know more than the freshman, who are just excited at the prospect of being in high school. Sophomore year is kind of just like hanging on. You are hanging on because you have to. You’re hanging on because you think it’ll be better next year. (Although, as a junior now, you might want to give up that hope because junior year is the most stressful, yet. Definitely more than sophomore year.)
     One positive to sophomore year is that you get your drivers’ license. This is exciting, of course. However, then you have to hear every single person who hears you got your license vow that they will stay off the road. “I heard ya got your license. I suppose I’ll have to stay off the road now. I will make sure to warn the people on the sidewalks that you got your license, just in case you run ‘em over.” Sometimes, you just want to say, “Yes, Uncle Gary, I got my license. And I passed Drivers’ Ed with an A. No thanks to you, who can be seen eating, texting, milking a cow, and brushing your teeth while driving down the road.”
     Yes, sophomore year does get to be pretty tiring. No, it’s not very interesting. Nonetheless, it’s still one year of your very limited time in high school. The best advice I can give is to enjoy it. You will never have another sophomore year. (Well, unless you are going to college, but that’s a story for another time.)