If I remember correctly, my first day of freshman year at College of Charleston, I wore a flowy sundress with perfect eyeliner and a flirty, pink lipgloss.

This morning, the first day of junior year, I woke up tempted to dig through my athletic clothing drawer. Unfortunately, I couldn't roll into my 9:25 class in leggings and a t-shirt, because I had to look presentable later on for work. Which, freshman year, the thought of working while being in school freaked. me. out.

Syllabus week freshman and sophomore year, it was all about searching for new people to hang out with and celebrate not having homework until two in the morning, yet as a junior, I sit here with Bachelor in Paradise playing in the background while sipping on some cheap, Trader Joe's wine.

Not sure if this is considered going forward or stepping back? Up for interpretation. Leave your thoughts in the comments if you feel so intrigued.

It's also an amazing feeling knowing that there's a 99% chance that at least one familiar face will be in each of your classes. Freshman year, you walk in and keep your mouth shut. There's nothing more awkward than a freshman gen ed class on the first day. This year, I know at least two people fairly well in each of my classes. A junior level communication course is certainly a lot louder (and more fun) than general education pre-modern history.

On a more serious note, though, It's honestly incredible seeing how much your motivation and purpose increases the more you go through college.

Exhibit A: freshman year, I remember semi-hyperventilating the first day of school because of being so nervous for a cappella auditions just the following week. Now, I'm freaking out because I'm the president and the buttercream that keeps the cake together. No pressure, though.

I could never have asked for such an enriching experience. Do I dare say that I am feeling 1000% more confident to start "adulting" in two years? Ok, not gonna get ahead of myself.