I told you all I was entering my unhinged era — and I’m sticking to it. Yield season has wrapped, my first year is officially behind me, and it’s time to welcome a whole new class of Amherst students. But before I go full sentimental senior in three years, I want to have fun with these last few blogs.
SO here is this one because let’s be real — sometimes SpongeBob just gets me in ways my syllabus never could.
PSA: this is just meant to be a joke!!
Me on the first day of classes:
SpongeBob sitting at his desk with a pencil and a huge smile
“I’m ready. I’m ready. I’m ready!”
(Spoiler: I was not ready.)
Me realizing I don’t understand the syllabus at all:
📸 Patrick with a blank stare: “Is mayonnaise an instrument?”
Me trying to do mental math in Stats class:
📸 Patrick with smoke coming out of his brain
That moment when the professor says “Now thats the simple part, moving on to the nitty gritty” and your neurons just start doing the Macarena.
Me writing a paper at 3AM with 2 sources and 0 brain cells:
📸 SpongeBob in a burning room of filing cabinets screaming
“WE THREW OUT HIS NAME!!!”
Me checking grades on Moodle after telling myself, “I probably did okay.”
📸 Spongebob failing his driving test once again
…Okay but why was that test so personal? (I didn’t fail but I wish I did better)
Me during finals week:
📸 SpongeBob with bloodshot eyes
This is what peak performance does not look like.
Me finally submitting the last assignment of the semester:
📸 SpongeBob jumping for joy
Me after walking up one of Amherst’s many hills:
📸 Spongebob panting at jelly fish fields
Final Thoughts:
College is hard. But you know what makes it better? SpongeBob. And knowing that even if my brain is Patrick Star-level confused half the time, I still show up, turn something in, and find the humor in it all.
This academic journey may be messy, but it’s mine. And yes — it’s powered by memes, mild panic, and marine cartoon therapy.