After two years of existing as a clueless underclassman who can’t tell Stokes North from Stokes South, upperclassman-ship is finally upon me. The glitz and glamor of being a junior is nice, but nobody talks about the instantaneous rush of stress that comes with planning life after college.

We were one-fourth of the year in, and your plans either went to shit or had been semi-successful so far. If you’re like me, you lost some steam.