21 Ways "The Emperor's New Groove" Is Actually About College Students

21 Ways "The Emperor's New Groove" Is Actually About College Students

Because being turned into a llama is something we can all relate to.

College is a wonderful time of crazy highs and lows. While everyone has a unique college experience, there are some emotions and experiences that are universal. Like the frustration that comes with being turned into a llama. Wait, what? No, that's not right. OK, so maybe not all feelings are universal, but "The Emperor's New Groove" covers a wide range of things that all college students go through.

When you realize you're surrounded by idiots

How do they not know that's where the comma goes? Is there even a period at the end of that sentence? English is your first language, right?

In chemistry lab, realizing you've missed your calling as an evil scientist

Your lab partner won't make eye contact with you, but that's okay. You're going to take over the world with your evil genius. Let's just not mention the C- you got on the last quiz.

Trying to explain why your friend should give you the number of that cute guy they're friends with

It doesn't matter that you've never actually talked to him, right? You just know it's meant to be.

Mastering the ability to make that five page minimum by just restating everything you said in the first paragraph

Your professor won't notice. Hopefully.

When you have no idea what your professor just asked you in your French class

There is no way that was French. Klingon, maybe. Or possibly some variation of Elvish. But definitely not French.

When you're the only one in your study group who got an A on the test

You answered every question with C, but somehow managed to get a better grade than the people who didn't sleep through class.

Tripping over a crack in the sidewalk while strutting to class

Sometimes it feels like the whole world, including the sidewalk, just wants to ruin your smooth moves.

When one of your friends makes Keurig coffee and you try to warn the others not to drink it before it's too late

Coffee is coffee, but Keurig coffee isn't coffee. It's flavored water. It's a traitor to coffee. It's a poison that stains the name of coffee.

When your professor gives a pop quiz you're completely unprepared for

You know you don't stand a chance, but you won't let them see you cry.

When your group project members try to come up with lame reasons not to participate

That's okay. You don't need them anyway. You can totally write an entire paper, presentation, poster, thesis, and world domination plan all by yourself.

When you order food for all your friends because you're the only one with meal plan money left

Sometimes you feel like a human vending machine.

Or when you try to sell your extra meal plan money and someone asks to buy it at half price

This is your hard earned money that your parents and student loans are covering, so no one gets it if you can't make a profit.

When your professor assigns extra homework the day before class

Cleaning is being productive, right? You're totally getting something done. Maybe not that five page paper due by midnight, but at least you can find your bed again.

When you start to question the sanity of your friends

Maybe it was too many all-nighters or not enough caffeine, but there's definitely something not right.

When you fall asleep in the library and your friend nudges you awake for the fifth time

Is that drool on your book? Casual mouth wipe. Yep, definitely drool. Goodbye, dignity.

Mornings when the coffee hasn't quite kicked in yet

Morning people are not from this planet. There's no way they are human.

When you ace that test you studied a grand total of eight minutes for

Cause you're a boss and cramming always works. Always.

Arriving at your best friend's place uninvited

Cause let's be honest, you basically live there.

When you think you're alone and your musical side comes out and then someone walks by

Just be glad you hadn't started your own choreographed dance yet. That would have been awkward.

Filling out job applications that ask for a detailed history of your life, including what your favorite craft was in kindergarten

Because every job requires the ability to string macaroni noodles on a piece of yarn. Duh.

When you realize you're about to graduate and reality finally sets in

Deep breaths. You will survive the real world. Probably.

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8 Reasons Why My Dad Is the Most Important Man In My Life

Forever my number one guy.

Growing up, there's been one consistent man I can always count on, my father. In any aspect of my life, my dad has always been there, showing me unconditional love and respect every day. No matter what, I know that my dad will always be the most important man in my life for many reasons.

1. He has always been there.

Literally. From the day I was born until today, I have never not been able to count on my dad to be there for me, uplift me and be the best dad he can be.

2. He learned to adapt and suffer through girly trends to make me happy.

I'm sure when my dad was younger and pictured his future, he didn't think about the Barbie pretend pageants, dressing up as a princess, perfecting my pigtails and enduring other countless girly events. My dad never turned me down when I wanted to play a game, no matter what and was always willing to help me pick out cute outfits and do my hair before preschool.

3. He sends the cutest texts.

Random text messages since I have gotten my own cell phone have always come my way from my dad. Those randoms "I love you so much" and "I am so proud of you" never fail to make me smile, and I can always count on my dad for an adorable text message when I'm feeling down.

4. He taught me how to be brave.

When I needed to learn how to swim, he threw me in the pool. When I needed to learn how to ride a bike, he went alongside me and made sure I didn't fall too badly. When I needed to learn how to drive, he was there next to me, making sure I didn't crash.

5. He encourages me to best the best I can be.

My dad sees the best in me, no matter how much I fail. He's always there to support me and turn my failures into successes. He can sit on the phone with me for hours, talking future career stuff and listening to me lay out my future plans and goals. He wants the absolute best for me, and no is never an option, he is always willing to do whatever it takes to get me where I need to be.

6. He gets sentimental way too often, but it's cute.

Whether you're sitting down at the kitchen table, reminiscing about your childhood, or that one song comes on that your dad insists you will dance to together on your wedding day, your dad's emotions often come out in the cutest possible way, forever reminding you how loved you are.

7. He supports you, emotionally and financially.

Need to vent about a guy in your life that isn't treating you well? My dad is there. Need some extra cash to help fund spring break? He's there for that, too.

8. He shows me how I should be treated.

Yes, my dad treats me like a princess, and I don't expect every guy I meet to wait on me hand and foot, but I do expect respect, and that's exactly what my dad showed I deserve. From the way he loves, admires, and respects me, he shows me that there are guys out there who will one day come along and treat me like that. My dad always advises me to not put up with less than I deserve and assures me that the right guy will come along one day.

For these reasons and more, my dad will forever be my No. 1 man. I love you!

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From One Nerd To Another

My contemplation of the complexities between different forms of art.


Aside from reading Guy Harrison's guide to eliminating scientific ignorance called, "At Least Know This: Essential Science to Enhance Your Life" and, "The Breakthrough: Immunotherapy and the Race to Cure Cancer" by Charles Graeber, an informative and emotional historical account explaining the potential use of our own immune systems to cure cancer, I read articles and worked on my own writing in order to keep learning while enjoying my winter break back in December. I also took a trip to the Guggenheim Museum.

I wish I was artistic. Generally, I walk through museums in awe of what artists can do. The colors and dainty details simultaneously inspire me and remind me of what little talent I posses holding a paintbrush. Walking through the Guggenheim was no exception. Most of the pieces are done by Hilma af Klint, a 20th-century Swedish artist expressing her beliefs and curiosity about the universe through her abstract painting. I was mostly at the exhibit to appease my mom (a K - 8th-grade art teacher), but as we continued to look at each piece and read their descriptions, I slowly began to appreciate them and their underlying meanings.

I like writing that integrates symbols, double meanings, and metaphors into its message because I think that the best works of art are the ones that have to be sought after. If the writer simply tells you exactly what they were thinking and how their words should be interpreted, there's no room for imagination. An unpopular opinion in high school was that reading "The Scarlet Letter" by Nathaniel Hawthorne was fun. Well, I thought it was. At the beginning of the book, there's a scene where Hawthorne describes a wild rosebush that sits just outside of the community prison. As you read, you are free to decide whether it's an image of morality, the last taste of freedom and natural beauty for criminals walking toward their doom, or a symbol of the relationship between the Puritans with their prison-like expectations and Hester, the main character, who blossoms into herself throughout the novel. Whichever one you think it is doesn't matter, the point is that the rosebush can symbolize whatever you want it to. It's the same with paintings - they can be interpreted however you want them to be.

As we walked through the building, its spiral design leading us further and further upwards, we were able to catch glimpses of af Klint's life through the strokes of her brush. My favorite of her collections was one titled, "Evolution." As a science nerd myself, the idea that the story of our existence was being incorporated into art intrigued me. One piece represented the eras of geological time through her use of spirals and snails colored abstractly. She clued you into the story she was telling by using different colors and tones to represent different periods. It felt like reading "The Scarlet Letter" and my biology textbook at the same time. Maybe that sounds like the worst thing ever, but to me it was heaven. Art isn't just art and science isn't just science. Aspects of different studies coexist and join together to form something amazing that will speak to even the most untalented patron walking through the museum halls.

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