At the end of semester, there's lots to do. There are last minute papers due, finals to study for, and the dreaded packing up. Like, where did all of this stuff come from? I swear I did not have this much stuff in the beginning of the semester. But it all has to find its way home one way or another. So you pray it all fits in the bags you have, and all of the junk gets thrown into your trunk. Paris and Nicole understand your struggles. They've been there. Paris and Nicole understand every stage of what moving out looks like.

1. When you realize you have too much stuff:

"Are you sure my textbooks are only worth $5? I swear I haven't cried that much on them." Then deciding to keep your books because you may want to use it one day... haha, yeah right. I'll just sell them on Facebook.

2. Because you don't have 25 cents to your name:

I guess I shouldn't have ordered a pizza everyday this week... and last week. Wait. What am I supposed to eat this week if I can't have pizza?

3. You have to figure out how everything is supposed to fit into your car:

How in the world did I manage to fit two suitcases, several Rubbermaids, and all of my shoes in this tiny car? Was Marry Poppins involved?

4. Sitting on your floor crying:

*Sobs uncontrollably* Why do I have so many things and not enough bags to put them in? Can someone else pack for me? I can't even. *Sobs some more*

5. Not wanting to leave all of your friends:

I don't know how I'm going to live without my best friends for three months. Who am I supposed to talk to when I have boy problems or when I can't decide what to wear? Who am I going to annoy uncontrollably at 2AM?

6. Getting fat on food you have left because you don't want to pack it:

Because really, who wants to try to hall a million bags of popcorn and the collection of family sized chip bags? Not me.

7. Balancing packing and studying for finals:

During finals week, everything is mush. No more thinking. Summer, where you at?

8. Finally taking a deep breathe once you're home:

The calm after the storm. You did it!

Congratulations! You made it through yet another semester. You made countless new friendships, wrote massive papers, "forgot" to do most of your homework, and ate way too much pizza. You deserve the break. And in three mere months you'll be back to the old grind. All that's left to do is have a *hot* summer... and unpack.