Okay, so you've finally got rid of the "fresher" tag, Sophomore.(Wiki - In the United States, a sophomore (/ˈsɒfəmɔr/ or /ˈsɒfmɔr/)] is a student in the second year of study at high school or university. The term comes from Greekσόφισμα (sophisma), “acquired skill, clever device, method”. The term sophomore is probably a compound of the Greek σοφός (sophos), "wise" + μωρός (moros), "foolish, dull".)
So true. You might be wise enough to get through the first year of classes and examinations, but then again, are you really wise? Or is it a state of bliss? Anyways, whatever it might be, the second year comes with a lot of perks. Firstly, you get to be the senior. This means that you can officially "rag". But that doesn't mean you should. A lot of juniors take things personally. Here's what happened with me: We had shifted to a hostel outside the University(read "my hostel is way too crappy man"). It was a pretty good place compared to what we had gone through in the first year. A couple of days later, a fresher walked in the room next to ours. We were quite friendly, hell we didn't know how to rag. But the guy was courteous addressing us as "sir" every time we ran into him. A few days later, a senior popped up on our floor and asked whether the rumors are true. They were, so the poor guy was confronted with a whole group of people ready to throw in some mannerisms into him. What followed must have been an excruciating week for the fresher. A week later, we saw no more of the guy. That night, the hostel manager came to our rooms and said, "I have heard about some incidents taking place in this section, were you people involved?" We casually denied since well, we did sit there, but none of us asked him to do the things he was subjected to. But that did make a difference. Early next morning, we received an official letter stating us to vacate the premises, the junior had pressed charges. We were taken aback and tried hard to convince the manager that it wasn't us. He asked us to state the names of the culprits- we refused. The seniors were in their second last semester, and all of them had received offer letters from reputed companies. This would be a really sore mark on their CV. We had to vacate the next day. Fortunately, the manager did not report this to our University- it would have been a full stop on our careers. We found another hostel nearby and shifted. A series of apologies to the parents followed. Ours and his. We were flabbergasted, but life moves on. Till the day we passed out, neither the victim, nor us were able to see eye to eye. We were really sorry since our parents were at the receiving end too.
Life Lesson: DO NOT TAKE PART IN RAGGING.
Sad stories aside, the second year involves a lot of transitions. The large group that went out to hang together no longer exists. Differences rise up during the summer break. You have to choose sides. Friendships break up, people get into relationships, but the class as a whole- becomes a unit, somewhat. People start to recognize you. And with that kind of story, well, people walk up to you and ask- "did that really happen?" And you can't help but explain the circumstances and the outcomes. There is a serious loss of trust among so called friends. The education part though, becomes simpler. You have successfully given final exams with last-minute preparation, and done well too(hopefully). You have the wisdom to select the people you hang out with carefully. There's the wise part. But, you end up hurting people. Making stereotypes and taking part in things that you regret later. That's the foolish part. But it does not mean you should stop doing that. These are priceless memories, something that you get to talk about when you run into each other 10 years later. The road ahead promises much more fun and if lucky, a lot of love. Your spendings increase. Suddenly it's hard to manage your money and the stories of last-week-of-the-month hauntings become true. Buckle up sailor, this is one helluva ride.
So true. You might be wise enough to get through the first year of classes and examinations, but then again, are you really wise? Or is it a state of bliss? Anyways, whatever it might be, the second year comes with a lot of perks. Firstly, you get to be the senior. This means that you can officially "rag". But that doesn't mean you should. A lot of juniors take things personally. Here's what happened with me: We had shifted to a hostel outside the University(read "my hostel is way too crappy man"). It was a pretty good place compared to what we had gone through in the first year. A couple of days later, a fresher walked in the room next to ours. We were quite friendly, hell we didn't know how to rag. But the guy was courteous addressing us as "sir" every time we ran into him. A few days later, a senior popped up on our floor and asked whether the rumors are true. They were, so the poor guy was confronted with a whole group of people ready to throw in some mannerisms into him. What followed must have been an excruciating week for the fresher. A week later, we saw no more of the guy. That night, the hostel manager came to our rooms and said, "I have heard about some incidents taking place in this section, were you people involved?" We casually denied since well, we did sit there, but none of us asked him to do the things he was subjected to. But that did make a difference. Early next morning, we received an official letter stating us to vacate the premises, the junior had pressed charges. We were taken aback and tried hard to convince the manager that it wasn't us. He asked us to state the names of the culprits- we refused. The seniors were in their second last semester, and all of them had received offer letters from reputed companies. This would be a really sore mark on their CV. We had to vacate the next day. Fortunately, the manager did not report this to our University- it would have been a full stop on our careers. We found another hostel nearby and shifted. A series of apologies to the parents followed. Ours and his. We were flabbergasted, but life moves on. Till the day we passed out, neither the victim, nor us were able to see eye to eye. We were really sorry since our parents were at the receiving end too.
Life Lesson: DO NOT TAKE PART IN RAGGING.
Sad stories aside, the second year involves a lot of transitions. The large group that went out to hang together no longer exists. Differences rise up during the summer break. You have to choose sides. Friendships break up, people get into relationships, but the class as a whole- becomes a unit, somewhat. People start to recognize you. And with that kind of story, well, people walk up to you and ask- "did that really happen?" And you can't help but explain the circumstances and the outcomes. There is a serious loss of trust among so called friends. The education part though, becomes simpler. You have successfully given final exams with last-minute preparation, and done well too(hopefully). You have the wisdom to select the people you hang out with carefully. There's the wise part. But, you end up hurting people. Making stereotypes and taking part in things that you regret later. That's the foolish part. But it does not mean you should stop doing that. These are priceless memories, something that you get to talk about when you run into each other 10 years later. The road ahead promises much more fun and if lucky, a lot of love. Your spendings increase. Suddenly it's hard to manage your money and the stories of last-week-of-the-month hauntings become true. Buckle up sailor, this is one helluva ride.
i do remember some people bumping fists together in with a lot of pride and happiness..
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Hahahaha, yeah. That was just taking pride in our shame bro, a way to avoid the reality of expulsion :P
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