The Realization You’re a Second Semester Senior

What better way to describe the agony of being a second semester senior than with Matthew McConaughey gifs?

There’s no denying it anymore: You’re old. But at first, you try not to let it bother you.

You are highly aware that your last semester will contain a lot of continuous and heavy crying.

Initially, you have high aspirations. You know it’s going to take a lot of effort and hard work to make your dreams come true in your final months before the real world.

You start planning everything you are going to get accomplished this semester because you want to be a baller alum.

You realize you have to take advantage of your last few months of accepted binge drinking and blacking out multiple nights a week.

You and all of your friends are finally 21 so you are allowed to drink legally whenever and wherever.

But the sparkle begins to die down when you realize you should have listened to your advisor when they told you to get your prerequisites done freshman year.

Your advisor then asks you: “Do you know what you want to do after graduation?”

So naturally, you contemplate becoming a stripper.

I mean, you seriously consider it.


You hear someone younger than you say: “Graduating will be the worst”.

You start to realize adulthood may be the worst thing to happen to you.


Your family starts to ask you questions like “What is wrong with you?” and “Why can’t you get your life together?”

You walk into your last first day of class like you would walk to your own funeral.


In class, you have to listen to the stupid freshman ask their stupid questions in your stupid prerequisite classes.

You try to compose your résumé.

And then your cover letters.

At this point in school, you don’t f**k with group projects anymore.


You are also done f**king with TAs that are only a couple of months older than you

You simply cannot f**k with those professors that won’t round your 69.5% up to an A.

The depression hits once you realize that you actually can’t have the same drinking habits once you graduate.

Once April rolls around, the panic hits

You contemplate being a stripper one more time, but know deep down there is no way you would be good at it.

You get your last chance to hook up with the person you’ve had a crush on since freshman year, so you choose to simply embarrass yourself in front of them in a last desperate attempt.

You wake up from your last night blacking out on sixth street in your undergrad life.

You finish your last final you will ever have to take.

And then it’s all over. In the blink of an eye, you are done with college, and there’s nothing you can do but be grateful for the experience you had.

You receive your diploma that cost you your blood, sweat, tears, and years of endless and grueling debt.

Despite it all, in the end you know you’re going to be okay because you went to the greatest school on planet Earth and they prepared you for pretty much anything in life.

If Matthew could survive leaving UT, so can we.



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