Fresh­men vs Se­niors As Told By GIFs

Par­ties (Pre­tend­ing Maryville has them)

Fresh­men:

 

 

 

 

 

Com­ing to col­lege, you think that you’re not go­ing to change or do any­thing that you did­n’t do in high-school.

Se­niors:

 

 

 

 

 

Well look what hap­pened…

First Day of Class

Fresh­men:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Be­ing a fresh­man, you are so ex­cited to be a “col­lege kid” and start your fu­ture at your home for the next four years. Meet­ing new peo­ple and try­ing to fig­ure out what you’re ac­tu­ally be do­ing for the rest of your life is so ex­cit­ing. The fu­ture is bright.

Se­niors:

 

 

 

 

 

 

You hate be­ing in class. You learn how to be the most suc­cess­ful slacker and ex­actly what ex­cuses work for which pro­fes­sors. It’s the sad re­al­ity of col­lege, right? You would rather be sleep­ing in and play­ing video games all day. Wait, can i make a liv­ing off that?

The Din­ing Hall

Fresh­men:

What if the food is re­ally gross and I die?

Se­niors:

Whether liv­ing on cam­pus or off cam­pus, you tend to fig­ure out what your fa­vorite food they make is and when they don’t have it, It’s like a zom­bie apoc­a­lypse has taken over. You are just sad. What’s the point of school if there’s no food?

When you for­get to do an as­sign­ment

Fresh­men:

It’s the end of the world.

Se­niors:

Oh well, I’ll do it later or just not even turn it in. Cs get de­grees.

Re­la­tion­ships 

Fresh­men:

Me try­ing to flirt is dan­ger­ous to every­one around me.

Se­nior:

I’m not dat­ing. I’m in love with this pizza.

What you dress like

Fresh­men:

I al­ways have to look my best. You never know who you will run into…

Se­niors:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sweat pants all day every day. It’s not the only thing that fits, but I have to save my cute clothes for the week­ends. You won’t even rec­og­nize me in jeans or brushed hair.

Fi­nals Week

Fresh­men:

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spends two hours study­ing and gets a 100 per­cent.

Se­niors:

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have how many test and how many pro­jects? I’m tak­ing in too much caf­feine so I don’t know what is real and what my brain is imag­in­ing right now.

Syl­labus Week

Fresh­men:

Who is hav­ing a party? Let’s Go!

Se­niors:

Why would you ex­pect any­thing else from me, pro­fes­sor?

Pick­ing a Ma­jor

Fresh­men:

I am un­de­clared and don’t know what I want to do.

Se­nior:

I picked a ma­jor and still don’t know what it en­tails.

Bars

Fresh­men:

Look! It says I’m a 22-year-old from Ver­mont… Do I look like a 22-year-old from Ver­mont?

Se­niors:

I came here to get away from you peo­ple. Bounc­ers, HOW are you be­liev­ing that fe­tus is 22?!