It's that time of year, again. Students from every part of the country are coming back home for the summer. The weather is getting warmer, families are being reunited, and front entryways, bedrooms, and garages are being taken over by bags that at some point have to be unpacked.

1. Denial.

"I'm just going to live out of my bags until they're empty." The bags are in the hallway, some are open and spewing clothes on the floor, eventually they'll be unpacked, but today is not that day. Plus, if I live out of them, it'll help me figure out what I really need, right?

2. Regret.

I need that one outfit, but it isn't anywhere to be found. Which bag did I put it in? Why didn't I unpack when you first got home?

3. Ignoring.

I've taken enough clothes out of my bags, I shouldn't need to unpack anymore. I'm just only going to wear what I've already unpacked

4. Anger.

Again? This is happening again? Why didn't I organize my bags better to make it more convenient for living out of? Oh, that's right, I was supposed to unpack these weeks ago.

5. Inspiration.

This is it. I'm unpacking. I'm finally going to have all of my clothes back. I'm almost one bag down. Oh wait, Victoria wants to go have lunch? I'll just finish when I get home.

6. Bargaining.

If I go out to lunch, now, I promise I'll do it when I get home. It'll let me get away for a little bit, and I'll be twice as ready to do it when I get back. Lunch is the best thing for me to do right now.

7. Ignoring... again.

It's been a long day, plus you unpacked so much this morning that you really deserve to relax for the rest of the night.

8. Acceptance.

Either my parents are fed up and locked me in my room until I'm done unpacking, or I've just had enough, but today is the day. It's time to unpack all of my things and be home for the summer.

9. Relief.

It's finally done, I am unpacked, I know where everything is, and I'm ready for summer to start. It really wasn't that hard I'm sure I won't do this again -- or at least for another year.