One of the things I've learned in college is that being a 20-year-old girl who walks out the frat house at around three in the morning can alter people's perspectives of you. So I'm here to set the record straight about the girls who really are "bros".

Yes, I'm walking in and out of the frat house at all hours of the night in leggings and oversized shirts (which, news flash, are for the most part actually mine) but that does not mean I'm a shacker. My hair may be in a messy bun and yes it's true my make up is smeared sometimes, but it all can be explained.

My make up's smeared from me having an awful night and knowing the house is always a place I can go for the help of big brothers. Even if I'm crying or puking and looking disgusting they still hold my hair and tell me I'm a lightweight.

My hair is a mess because I don't look at any of them as potential boyfriends and they sure as hell don't see me that way anymore. Especially after the puking and crying fest I just spoke of.

I'm in leggings and a big shirt because watching them play fortnight for hours on a couch just isn't comfortable in jeans. I'm simply a girl who prefers the company of a frat over anything else.

This doesn't make me slutty, thirsty or boy obsessed. It makes me a bro.

I have found my closest friends on campus and they happen to be guys, and I'm okay with that. I just wish everyone else could be.

I constantly get asked who I'm dating in the frat or who I'm hooking up with because I'm always there. Maybe I like kicking their ass in FIFA or seeing who can shotgun the fastest on a random Tuesday night.

Maybe I like to talk to them about everything because when I need to vent about girls they are really good at acting like they're listening when they actually aren't. Which is all a girl really needs when she's being dramatic, someone to listen but not actually give advice.

Or maybe because when I actually need boy advice they see the whole other side of the story and see things from a different view. The can help you realize you're being overdramatic or if he really is the normal douchey frat boy.

But most of all I go over there because they are fun, and don't care when you leave a frat house at three in the morning in a messy bun and leggings.

So the next time you see a girl leaving a frat house, don't be too quick to judge. She could have just eaten a whole pizza and kicked a frat boy's butt at 2K.

Some of us are just bros.