You wake up, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed ready to take on a new semester. You get dressed in your cute new fit and show campus what you have to offer. You get to class, the professor starts reading the syllabus and you realize that it was all a big mistake. You didn't sign up for lectures and exams and everything else in between. You're here to see your friends and eat free food and stay out too late the majority of the week. With all this in mind, here's what the first day of class probably turned out like:

Waking up.

Picking out that hot first day fit.

Actually being up in time to have a good breakfast (don't get used to it).

Walking to class, excited to see friends, and officially start your day.

Being a little too excited to be picking out your (un)assigned seat in a lecture hall.

Seeing the professor walk in and realizing they're going to be a hard ass.

Seeing the syllabus and regretting leaving your bed that day.

Walking back to your apartment feeling defeated.

Falling onto your bed because you have no motivation anymore.

Waking up the next day to do it all over again, but this time being much less enthusiastic.

And your outfit is nowhere near model status the next day.

Here's to another year, good luck everyone!