Congratulations, sleep deprived and barely suriving students! You made it through another year. You got through ten rough months of eight am classes and late nights out with the help of yoga pants and Starbucks all while maintaining some semblance of a GPA. Finals are rough, we all know that and appreciate your dedication to cramming. If you’re like me where you hole up in your campus library until they basically have to kick you out or lock you in, you’re exhausted. You walked out of your finals ready for the best nap of your life but instead it’s time to pack up your stuff and move on home for the summer. 

If you are lucky enough to have a twelve month lease on your apartment/townhome and parents that won’t threaten to cut you off if you don’t come home for a few weeks, please leave this sacred place. We do not enjoy your youthful glow and obvious happiness. Just sayin’.

So you made it home! You drag in your dirty laundry and overstuffed suitcases and collapse on your old bed. This is it. What you’ve been hallucinating about in you sleep deprived day dreams. The best nap of your life is right in front of you. That is…until it happens. You thought all your hard work and late nights of studying earned you some R&R? 

NOPE. Not going to happen.

 Be ready for the eight AM wake up call, whether it be someone washing dishes at six in the morning, a guy mowing the grass before the ass crack of dawn or just your chipper parents who obviously have no regard for you or the torture you have just endured these past few weeks.

It’s okay, though. You can handle this. You get yourself back into a regular sleeping pattern because finals totally messed that up, too. You catch up on some Netflix and maybe even start eating something other than Top Ramen on a daily basis. Everything is great until the boredom starts to settle in. If you’re like me and from an incredibly small hometown, your options are basically limited to a small strip mall, wandering aimlessly around the local Walmart and maybe a movie theatre. The boredom is sure to settle in even faster for us small town folk which will inevitably lead to insanity. 

Example of said insanity: you contemplate hanging out with people from your high school.

*shudders*

Every thought is basically:

I miss my friends. 

Oh my GAWD I’m so bored. 

Why isn’t my Big texting me back? 

Is she having fun without me? 

I SEE YOU POSTING ON INSTAGRAM!

I have to be the most boring person ever. 

I’m SO bored. 

I’m glad I’m done with finals, though. 

Final actually might have been more exciting than this.

I still miss my friends. 

TEXT ME BACK, DAMMIT!

                It isn’t that bad. You gradually get into a rhythm of not being so bored. You start hanging out with some old friends you haven’t caught up with in a while, maybe catch a movie or even go out of town. Maybe you’ve started working out and enjoying summer a little more and more at a time. Then you plan a night out. 

               Exciting, right?

                Living away from hoe was hard at first but you soon found to be an amazing experience! You never really had a curfew and even if your dorm did, you could probably crash at someone else’s place if you absolutely had to. The freedom was incredible and – you now realize – totally taken for granted. No curfew? Yeah right. Make sure to be home by ten thirty or your ass is grass! Try to reason with them? Explain you are almost twenty and not thirteen anymore.

El oh el. Not going to happen.

#sorrynotsorry

                Take a deep breath. It’s going to be okay. It isn’t so bad. Let’s just assume your parents ease up a little on the curfew and you meet them half way agreeing that two am is sufficient as long as you send eighteen thousand texts every ten minutes alerting them that you are safe and not dead on a sidewalk somewhere. You are getting used to being home and getting back into the swing of things when your mom asks you to go to the grocery store. Why is this so terrible? 

Reason number one: this action requires me to possibly put on human clothing, make my hair look semi decent and even possible splash on some makeup.(Lol. That last one won’t happen. That is what Ray Bans invented Aviators for.) 

Reason number two: bumping into people you haven’t seen in ten freaking months. 

Get ready to answer the questions bellow eight thousand times in the thirty minutes you are there:

1. “How are you liking college?” 

2. “How did finals go?” 

3. “Do you like it up there?” 

Where is the frozen pizzas again?

“OH HEY! Long time no see! How was your first year?”

I JUST WANT A DIGIORNO STUFFED CRUST WITHOUT ANSWERING YOUR QUESTIONS!

It’s hard adjusting to something you haven’t been around in a few months. I get it. No judgement here, peeps. I'm quite certain almost all families gets on your nerves after a couple of weeks because let's face it: you aren’t used to it anymore! I guess we should all just remember that our family, as much as they may get on our nerves, really love us. And we love them. I mean, who else is going to cook home cooked meals and do your own laundry for you for two months straight? Certainly not your RA.