It truly is a tradition unlike any other. With "the tournament," as locals call it, quickly approaching, all of Augusta is getting ready for the biggest week of the year. If you can't experience it for yourself, here's a little insight into what it's like for all of us.

1. Instead of spring break, we have Masters break.

It’s true: I’ve never in my life gone to school during the first full week of April. Most adults even take the week off for this city-wide holiday. Everybody cleans their houses immaculately, rents them out, and leaves for the week. Some schools don’t even resume until the following Tuesday, because families can’t move back into their houses until late Sunday night or Monday morning.

2. Even if you don’t pay attention to golf the rest of the year, you know to respect the tournament.

We all know the lingo and can talk the language, but love the cute golfers the most.

3. It’s perfectly acceptable to wear tennis shoes with your sundress.

It’s a long day out at the tournament, and even though every square inch of the course is beautiful, frequently tread spots get muddy fast. Never have Lilly and Nikes looked so good together. Your feet and cute sandals will thank you later.

4. We all know the National is the most beautiful place this side of heaven.

And we also know rumors that the rumors that the temperature of the grass is controlled underground and whole trees are replaced over night and azalea bushes get iced down to bloom properly have more truth in them than legend. But Augusta earns her reputation of the Garden City naturally hands down also.

5. It basically snows pollen in March.

We may not get a winter wonderland in Augusta often or ever even dream of a white Christmas, but you’ll wake up every morning in March to a fresh yellow dusting on your car and driveway. At least it lets you know that spring has arrived.

6. The best place to get fried chicken and your other southern favorites is called Wifesaver.

It gets its name because it does just that, save your wife from cooking. Maybe it’s not fine dining, but it’s the best Sunday afternoon comfort food you could dream of. If you’re anywhere near Augusta, you have to check it out. And don’t forget the “nana puddin.”

7. We’re proud of our hometown year-round, but that pride really comes out when it’s her week to shine.

I love seeing the yellow National logo outside of Augusta. It reminds me of how special the place is that I’ve always called home.

8. I’m still expecting my school to cancel class for this sacred week.

How do they expect me to concentrate when everyone in the world is in my hometown except me?