Your alcohol tolerance is low, and your motivation level is even lower, which means after a long summer it is time to return back to college. You're ready to see your friends, you're ready to party, and you're ready to live on your own again. You're ready to go back to college, and no show understands quite like "The Office."

Leaving your last day at your summer job.

Finally the long, long work days are over. I'm running myself all the way to college and not looking back, pretending as if school work isn't right around the corner.

You are so ready to have zero rules again.

If I hear one more variation of "You live under my roof, you have to live by my rules," I swear I may explode. Do my parents not realize I could do whatever I want for the past year at school? I'm an adult, except when it comes to making my own dinners and cleaning the dishes.

Realizing you didn't get as in shape as you hoped and trying to make up for it.

I was so sure that I would lose my freshman 15 this summer. I insisted that I would come back to school looking better than ever after a detox of unhealthy food and alcohol. And yet here I am forcing every green piece of food down my throat the last week before school starts and struggling to workout.

Getting overly excited to reunite with your friends.

Excuse me while I hold on to you for 15 minutes straight in silence before telling you every little detail of my entire summer as if we didn't talk on the phone and text 24/7 while apart.

Going out the first night back at college.

Enough said.

Realizing way too fast that you don't have enough money to survive the year.

No amount of money can cure my addiction of ordering food late at night on weekends and avoiding the dining hall as much as possible on weekdays. No job could pay for the mass amount of alcohol consumed throughout the school year or the cost of entry fees at bars.

Saying you will do better than ever in school this year and then:

You already stopped writing in your planner, and you already stopped the library trips after a week of being back at college. Who are you kidding? It's going to be the same as every other year.

Back to facing the confusing reality of relationships in college.

How do so many people meet the "love of their lives" in college? Please explain; I'd love to know.

Being able to come back to your room after a night out with no judgement from your parents.

No more tiptoeing, and no more curfews again. I can roll into my room at any time, in any fashion that I want, once again.

You couldn't be more ready for another year of college.