The spring semester has started without so much as a fair warning. Okay, we knew it was coming but we didn't expect the break to end so quickly. For seniors, this is our last semester we spend on our campus as undergrads. We're being forced into the cold world with a piece of paper that basically says, "You're an adult; go get a job." Of course, graduation isn't finished until we listen to motivational and encouraging speeches, which make us feel like one of the Avengers who are going to reek havoc on the world just to save it single handedly. Seniors, we have just under four months left. Cue dramatic music, and feel all the feels.

Is this really my last semester?

I think so, but I'm constantly paranoid that upon graduation day they'll deny me my diploma and explain that I didn't take one required class.

You need to update your resume, but all you know is chicken and sweatpants.

I'm a spring semester senior, still eating like a freshman.

Sweatpants are my go-to, and I definitely do not regret late night runs to Dodge's for some good chicken. And by late, I mean 8 p.m.

When your professor says you're doing really well in class, but you feel like a frazzled, drenched poodle.

Taking 18 hours as a spring semester senior?

You know you should try to be social, but you also know you have two 15-paged papers, a project, and other class and work obligations.

Opt to drive to Wendy's for the 4-for-4 deal and call it done.

When you finally graduate and receive your diploma like Dobby received his sock.

Remembering all the good times you and your friends had in the fastest four years of your life.

When someone in the future asks if you love your university and are proud to have graduated from it.

Cheers to us, soon-to-be graduates!