FRESHMAN: 

It's a whole new world for you to explore out there. New town, new you, am I right? Making new friends is going to be fun!!! 

ALL YOU CAN EAT at the dining hall. But wait, this food kind of sucks. 

You meet your first  #KOLLEGE KRUSH* at the weird sketchy frat behind Taco Bell. 

He even asked for your number. 

And okay, you might have gained the Freshman 15. 

But everyone wants to know about your #college experience anyway. 

SOPHOMORE:

You get to reunite with all of your friends yayyy!

And you're not a freshman anymore.

You're beginning to really discover yourself. Your dreams, your passions... Hard work is beginning to pay off! 

You're super enthusiastic about pretty much everything. 

You start to dig into more dreams and passions. 

You're very philosophical about life. 

JUNIOR:

Classes start getting harder. With more work. And attendance is mandatory. 

You realize you need to actually think about your career.

Someone's messing with your crush, and you're not about being calm and #kewl anymore.

But seriously, don't like his Tweet. 

You've had ENOUGH of being nice to people, you've already made your bffs.

You're too cool for frats. House parties are okay. But you'd rather just hang out with your bffs. and watch Bridesmaids. 

Because you're pretty much done with running into people you don't wanna see. 

Then you realize you're going to be a SENIOR, and should probably get your act together. 

You're already sick of Freshman girls. 

And you realize you forgot one of your gen-eds. So you're in a class with all Freshman. 

Let's face it, classes are pointless. You at least showed up, so you're obviously gonna pass.

You pretend to be grown up and ~mature~ for at least 20 minutes. 

But who are you kidding, that's what senior year is all about. 

You're OVER people being clueless. You're OVER people telling you which bar is cooler. You're OVER seeing people getting the chicken in the dining hall. 

You're actually just pretty much over everything. 

And pretty much over everyone. 

People begin asking you what your future plans are. 

Some even suggest Grad school. 

You find out some people already have jobs lined up. 

And on graduation day, just as you're about to enter into the REAL WORLD:

But it don't matter cause you're graduating, BYEEEE. 

Yay college. Xo. 

Yay it's Friday!! And you've had a long week full of work, and stress, and watching people post all over Facebook about their work and their stress. So you're gonna relax tonight and finish that book you've been reading, make some yummy vegetable pasta and get to bed early to catch up on some sleep. 

But then, your friends ask you if you wanna "go out for a drink or two," and you're like, "Sure."

So your and your #gurlfrandz all get ready to go out to your favorite bar.

After you get in (and they didn't even have to check your ID because they know you), you go straight to your favorite table, passing all of the lost peasants in your way. 

You get your first drink and someone tries to talk about school or work or children or cats.

Then someone announces it's their birthday, and you're just like... 

Then someone offers to buy you a drink, and you're like: 

But it turns out it's a shot of Whiskey so you're like: 

Then some old creepy man tries to buy you a drink and you're like:

Then you and your friend get a good laugh out of it, because you still got *IT* 

You're feelin' tipsy so you decide to get a little social.

Then you decide that words aren't fully getting your point across:

A few drinks later, when someone else announces it's their birthday:

And your favorite song EVER comes on: 

You just gotta dance:

And you drag your friends on the floor to dance with you.

Then you see a most beautiful   decent looking guy walk in.

And obviously you're like: 

So you try to impress him with all of your hawt moves.

But then you see him grinding on someone else.

Better just stick to dancin' w/ ur #gurlfrandz instead.

Then you realize how ridiculous you look while dancing, and you know in your heart it's time to stop. 

Then some else announces it's their birthday and you're like:

And that it's their OMG 21st!!!!

It's getting a little late, and your friend is making out with someone so you're just hanging out alone like: 

Because let's all be real with how this night's gonna end: 

You decide you are so totally over this place and it's time to go.

You immediately call up your favorite late-night local pizza place. 

And you wait. 

And wait. 

And you wait some more. 

And finally they knock on the door, and instead of actually answering you're just like: 

So you eat your pizza. 

Then you decide it's time for bed. Bye. 

And the next day when people ask you how your night ended up: 

And the process starts all over again. 

 

p.s. did I mention I miss college?

xo