If you were alive in the early 2000s, then you know that "The Princess Diaries" was pretty much the perfect storm between your greatest fantasies and the realness of how hard life actually is if you're an invisible human with bushman eyebrows. As the school year is fast approaching, let's take a look at what will happen either on your first day of classes or when you discover you're the princess of a small European country located between France and Spain. So slip into a sweatshirt, jeans and Docs; grab your pear-flavored popcorn, a fat cat and a piano covered in M&M's; channel Raven Symóne, and get ready for that big first day.

You jump out of bed, ready to see your friends that you've missed over the summer and put on the outfit that you picked out in advance! (Both jumping out of bed and outfit prep will be abandoned after this first crucial day).

You even try putting on a Bioré strip! Can't have any blackheads bringing down your first day.

You decide to try a new hairstyle, and it ends up taking too much of your meager morning prep time, so now there's no return.

You speed out the door, but soon realize that you have a little time and can actually try to walk like an elegant human.

You finally get there and the teacher says "you're late" but you were really just "lost."

You sit in your usual back corner seat, but the teacher tells you to move to the front because there are too many empty seats.

Now that you're at the front, you try to be nice to the teacher and she utterly fails in returning the favor.

You quickly realize that the desk is too short for you to cross your legs, so you consign yourself to a life of discomfort.

The teacher tells you to introduce yourself to the person sitting next to you, even though you can see your best friend clear across the room.

You've been sitting in the class for five minutes when you realize that it's the wrong one.

Like the cool cat that you are, you slyly come up with a reason to leave that makes sense, especially since you're in the front row.

You finally arrive at the right class and try to smoothly sit in the back row, only to trip a little bit due to your frantic nature.

You quickly discover that a TA is leading this class and honestly feel a bit taken aback.

She starts out by telling you that the class requires three textbooks and each one costs $600. You realize you probably should've given up braces for this.

The teacher is quick to inform you that she's just going to email you the syllabus so "we can jump right into the material."

But she for some reason insists upon telling you the requirements for your final project first.

She also decides to throw in that you have to study for her tests for "several weeks in advance."

And that you will have to publish your research findings.

She then starts spouting out tons of dates for you to write down in your planner.

And it's time to start learning! But first, she singles you out to help her get the projector working.

You're back in your seat, but the kid in front of you doesn't seem to notice that there's a pile of papers he needs to pass back.

When you finally get his attention, it's obvious that he's super cute.

Oh, why must cupid place attractive stupid people in your path?

But you decide, "Aw, what the heck, let's try talking to him."

You've asked him where he's from, what year he is and what his major is.

While you're talking to generic cute guy, the teacher decides to call on you to answer something you definitely didn't hear her say.

It's as if talking out of turn is the new raising your hand.

You are unable to answer her, of course, so she implies that your generation is lazy and inconsiderate.

Once your chastising and embarrassment is complete, cute guy asks if you can spare a few bucks for lunch. You resign to give up dating in college.

Then something historical inevitably comes up even though you're not in a history class. But as always, everything about history reminds you of how sexist the world was and is.

Finally, your first class is over. It's time for a snack, but everyone keeps bumping into you in the hallway while you're slowing down to retrieve it from the depths of your backpack.

You see your friend walking away from you and try to get her attention.

She seems to take notice of your moose hair. She tries to be supportive, but you see right through it.

And she, of course, lets you know that it still looks great, and somehow manages to make it sexual as well. That's what friends are for!

You get to your next class and see that the only seat left is next to that super annoying girl.

But you suck it up because you're actually really excited about this class. You decide that you will be nice to annoying girl.

You try to strike up a nice conversation with her, but she says something sly about how you have an "easy" major. You decide to be the bigger person and bite your tongue.

She then proceeds to say that she could tell you had "a little too much fun" over orientation weekend. And that she herself doesn't need "that stuff" to have fun.

You quickly change your tune.

You don't actually say any of that out loud because you're cool as a cucumber, but you vent it out later, when you're on your friend's couch eating chocolate and pizza.

And you remember that everything is going to be okay.

Tomorrow you resign to wake up five minutes before class. And that you actually will not care about school nearly as much for the remainder of the year. But for now, it's time to actually read those syllabuses because apparently there is going to be a quiz.