You were once a junior in primary. And you became a junior again in highschool. Now, you let yourself be a junior one last time in university. The lecturers won't care anymore, whether you fell asleep half the time because you were trying to complete a major task. They won't care whether you attend their lectures, just as long as you produce nice shiney distinctions for yourself. Once you leave the campus as a senior, it's a dog eat dog world, whether you like it or not. You will meet the fakers who act sincere, but secretly try to sabotage your chances of promotion. You will meet the ambitious ones who will talk non-stop about the job while typing up the 30 page marketing report. There will be the haters, who pinch every reason out of the employee's book of " Do You Hate Your Job?" and complain from eight-to-five.

There will be no more "We welcome the juniors of the school, and hope they will gradually adapt to the school environment." speeches by the principal. When all this is gone, we are left with one generic phrase : "Your work desk is here. If you have any problems, ask Bob". You're left at the table, hand full of office supplies. You look around to see if anyone could lend a helping hand and you have no idea who Bob is. You're not a junior anymore. Suck it up.
Sometimes you think back to your junior days. God, what was I thinking back then. Then, you think about what you're doing now. There will be a time when you will need to be the leader, but for now, being a little under that won't hurt.

...or you could look at this poster and say : I'm equally as awesome. :)