Freshman year: “Oh my gosh, I'm in such great shape since I've been playing sports my entire life! I don't even need to work out!"
Senior year: “I'm so fat I could die, who wants to come to the gym with me?"
Freshman year: Boxed wine. Natural Light. Burnett's.
Senior year: Still boxed wine. Michelob Ultra. Fireball.
Freshman year: FRAT. FRAT. FRAT.
Senior year: Willy D's, Stir, West End.
Freshman year: Row week — “Oh my gosh let's try to get all the wristbands and go to EVERY single house!"
Senior year: Row week — “How many fraternity guy friends do we know that would actually give us a wristband?"
Freshman year: “Who needs sleep? SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK!"
Senior year: “I swear to God if I don't get my 8 hours of sleep AND a nap in today, I'm going to kill you."
Freshman year: “Let's call a pledge driver!"
Senior year: “Who's sober enough to drive us home?"
Freshman year: "I want to be a doctor when I grow up!"
Senior year: “Is it too late to switch my major to education or nah?"
Freshman year: 400 new sisters means 400 new friends!
Senior year: Movie night with the only 4 legitimate friends you have. Lots of wine. Lots of gossip about the people you hate (which is everyone else).
Long story short, the differences between freshman year and senior year are quantity and quality (respectively). You just figure it out as you go, and you begin to realize what's actually important to you; also, you turn 21 in the middle of it, and that's pretty cool too. Regardless of what point you're at in your college career, college is still the best time of your entire life. Don't waste any time, choose your friends wisely, and do whatever you want — and if you think you'll regret it in the morning, sleep late. Cheers.