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Yes, I know it’s 10:20 at night. I was reading this blog post and I found myself thinking:

Wow! She’s a sophomore! I wonder what my life will be like when I’m that old.

Then life smacked me upside the head:

I am a sophomore.

I then had to (no joke) spend five minutes trying to figure out if that’s true. If there was any possible way I could actually be a sophomore this year.

It’s true.

I am a sophomore.

Three years left of immaturity and it-being-acceptable-to-act-like-a-kid-well-not-really-but-you-do-it-anyway.

I got so used to being a freshman that it never even occurred to me that the year after: I’d be moving up a grade.

Suddenly, after years of wanting to be older, I understand what being older is and I want to be 6 again. At the same time I don’t.

I finally got my mind around the whole “you’re 15 now, Emily” but I forgot that being a sophomore is followed.

I’m going to go watch Peter Pan over and over again while chanting ‘I do believe in fairies’.

Wish me luck, my sophomore year has started.

O.O