You've been counting down the days until break is over with a few coping mechanisms:

Constantly talking to your school friends,

Complaining about how you just want to be back at school,

Sleeping (because dreaming you're at school is significantly better than reality),

Finding new pregame music,

Spending an excessive amount of time with family because you maybe, eh, might, eh, miss them in a week or so,

Laying in bed wishing and daydreaming you were at school in your smaller, less comfy bed,

And expressing how you would trade academic hell to be back.

But FINALLY, the time is here! The new semester is just a week or so away, and you can't contain your excitement!

While other people are dreading school...

You're happily (and quickly) heading back.

You've arrived at your apartment/house/dorm and spot a friend.

You've accepted the adjustment from home to school food, and can't wait to dig into the cookies, pizza, and fries!

You've promised yourself you won't prioritize Netflix this semester...

But, you're somehow still adding to the long list of movies you're planning to watch with (or without) friends.

You've modeled all of your new clothes for friends, because your closet is their closet (and visa versa).

And suddenly, it's the first night out. Although you had sworn to survive the night, you can't help but get a little too enthusiastic and intoxicated.

But OH NO, the first friend has hit the ground! (We're sorry our tolerance is so low, school. It's your fault break is a month long!)

The next morning, you declare you'll look for (and find) ~love~ this semester...

But, when that probably fails, at least you've got your friends.

See you in almost a week, Cornell!