It is a very easy thing to tell freshmen from seniors.
To be more accurate (and more fair), it’s probably safer to say that it’s easier to tell the freshmen from sophomores, juniors, and seniors.
They’re fairly simple to spot: on campus, just look around for the people who are already panicking after only two days of classes.
Their panic is understandable. They know next to nothing, at this point, about how difficult college really is. In their minds, every teacher is determined to flunk them, every class will determine whether or not they’ll be employable later in life, and every deadline is a death sentence.
What they don’t know is that everything settles into its natural academic balance sooner than they think, as long as they apply themselves, stay diligent, and don’t panic.
The rest of us know a little better by now. We look back on freshman year and smile a little wistfully, remembering how comparatively simple everything was back then. Yes, it was scary having so few friends, not knowing where the buildings were, and missing home. But as sophomore and junior year pass on, we grow accustomed to the way things work, and even though our load grows and grows, we learn to panic less.
Or at least we learn to control the panic better.
The trouble is, we all stay in a state of minor panic. The closer to graduation we get, the more we realize that soon, we’ll be freshmen again—freshmen at LIFE. We’ll be the newbies again, done with what most people call the easiest part of our lives, and most of us feeling very unprepared.
It’s very easy to tell the freshmen from the seniors. All you have to do is look for the people who should be panicking, but aren’t. Or at least not nearly as much as they should be, by human standards. Because if there’s one thing we students at Undisclosed University have learned over the last four years, it’s the art of not panicking.
I know, at least, that I can do all things through Christ, Who strengthens me.