College is a magical time in many young people's lives. It’s filled with ups, downs and few situations we don’t quite know how to label. Social etiquette, classes and procrastination are all things we struggle with on campuses across the country. One thing is for sure though: New Girl feels our pain.

When we get an apartment and our moms ask if we can even cook.

Of course we can cook! Ramen and Easy Mac count, right? I happen to love cooking, and can’t wait to do so in my apartment next year. Pro-tip: it's all about the leftovers. Make a big batch and you’ll be set for the week.

When you’re at a party and you wanna be smooth for the ladies/gentlemen.

We all know this feeling. Black Beatles comes on and we think we’re the smoothest we’ve ever been, when in reality we look like this. Why do we move like the Tin Man before he gets oiled? Because life is cruel. You do you, Nick Miller, you do you.

When that guy we were talking to at the party thinks we’re together now.

Natty and Drake do not mean love, buddy. We sang Pop Style and danced to Bad and Boujee, we didn’t get married. Take a step back. Snapchat me. Text me. Don’t be all up in my business. Please and thank you.

When you look in the mirror after a night out and see the mess you’ve become.

How did it come to this? Just gonna take a crazy guess and say not removing my makeup last night wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had. Where did that lash go? Why did my eyebrow powder shift an inch up? Did I do a masquerade makeup look last night or is that the remnants of my mascara? Has anybody seen me looking like this?

When we’re used to dining hall food and plastic utensils and we come home and go to a restaurant with tablecloths and actual flatware.

Don’t get us wrong, we’re thrilled for the real (hopefully free, thanks mom!) food, but we’re out of practice with the whole manners thing. It can get overwhelming. No elbows on the table? No playing with our food? Maybe college grub isn’t so bad after all…

When you see high schoolers on their tour, all bubbly and happy and full of life.

This reaction is fueled by pure jealousy. These kids haven’t been broken by college yet. All they can see and talk about is how everything is going to be perfect and how they just can’t wait to leave home. We’re jealous of the life these youths still have left. The spite is real.

When there’s two minutes left of class and the professor starts a whole new unit. “You guys don't mind, right?”

No, not at all! I don’t have to hurry across campus to my next class in a limited span of time! A time span now even more minuscule than it was before, because you decided to “get ahead for next time." Please, start this unit like you do every other: with a pointless tangent that not only wastes my time, but also kills a little bit more of my soul.

When your roommate raids your stuff because you once vaguely agreed to “totally share, like, everything.”

Pretty sure we said we would share stuff like perfume and snacks. Not my billion dollars worth of gold that is my makeup stash. I’m not about to get some nasty eye disease just because you wanted to use my Naked Smoky palette.

When you go to take a shower and the door is locked when you get back.

Oh, come on! The robe is off the hook, the towel is gone, the shower caddy is missing. Don’t try to tell me you’re unable of connecting those dots. Why would you do this to me? Because I wouldn’t let you borrow my lip liner?! Real mature.

When you go to office hours and meet with your professor regularly and your grades drastically improve.

Wait, they actually are there to help you? They want you to succeed? What? Why did nobody tell us this? Oh wait, they did. We just didn’t listen. But we’re so glad we know now. Grades better than I guess that’s fine, here we come!

When you haven’t slept in over 48 hours and you finally get some coffee.

Coffee should be free on every college campus forever. It is our fuel. When we hit that 49th hour wall, it raises us up and at gives us the strength to at least get back to our room to pass out.

When you procrastinate studying for finals.

Why do we hate ourselves enough to go through this every semester? Do we learn nothing? Apparently not, because here we are, sitting in the library at 4 am, tracing the patterns on the tables to avoid doing real work. Words are supposed to blend together at some point, right?

When you and your friends haven't slept in three days because you’re studying for finals.

Again, we must actually hate ourselves. Why do we not learn? One all-nighter is hard enough, let alone three back to back. I’m sure there are multiple studies that testify to how horrible being awake for this long is for our developing brains. We all get loopy at some point, right?

When you realize the year is almost over and you won’t see most of your friends for a few months.

Yes, I made it through 18 years without knowing these people but if I don't see them for three months, I’LL JUST DIE. The friends I’ve made here have become more important to me in a span of months than most of the people I went to school with back home did in 18 years. They’re just such great quality people. Super weird, but quality nonetheless. Flyers need Flyers.