I love my school, I'm not going to lie. I actually might love my school a little too much. However, the second every student gets ready for a football game, I somehow feel completely out of place. The following is the series of unfortunate events that always happens whenever I decide to go Tailgating like a normal student:

It happens every year, football season starts and I get so excited. I'm going to be social this year, I think, and it's true. I am social. After a week of meetings, social events, and spending time with my friends, the weekend comes.

It's a hot day. Like, really hot. Also, it's cloudy for some reason, and shouldn't that make it a little cooler outside? Why does it look like it's about to rain while it is simultaneously the hottest day of the year?

I decide to suck it up, brew my coffee, and pause my Netflix marathon of Friends. My friends next door can somehow sense that I have gotten out of my bed and I was ready to start the day. After about five seconds after I place my first foot on my cold floor, there are several knocks on my door.

We start to get ready for tailgating. My mom calls me, and asks me how my day is going:

"Yes mom, I'm going tailgating."

She is pretty shocked, but even more shocked when I say I am skipping the game to get ahead on homework.

"College has changed me, mom."

Tailgating has already started at this point, and although my hair is just halfway straightened and I can't find my good eyeliner, I still am excited to go join everyone else. I scroll through Instagram, and everyone looks like they just went on a shopping spree at the newest boutique that has outfits in styles I haven't even seen yet.

I look at the University shirt I have on the floor of my room.

That won't work.

I go through my closet, but not like in the movies where I rush through racks and racks of clothes and see what I can wear.

I have about five hangers full of dresses that are definitely not my school colors. I then remember my go-to Tailgating outfit that I may or may not have gotten from Target in 2010. That will work.

I put that on, and my friends pretend that they have never seen me wear it before and tell me how great I look. I roll my eyes (which reminds me I still haven't found my eyeliner) and continue to get ready.

I blast music from 2007 because it always puts me in a good mood. I finish getting ready, and put on my game day button. I feel kind of cool because I get to wear one of those.

I remember that I have to walk across campus to get to this thing. I suddenly miss the warmth and comfort of my bed. You will not be lazy. I think to myself. This is the time to be social.

I walk outside with my friends and I am ready to go, or ready as I'll ever be. We start making the trek to go tailgating, and I suddenly remember that I definitely did not eat anything today. I think that's a great excuse to get food and watch my favorite movie in my room. I can still be social. I will invite people to watch it with me, and I can hang out with them.

I remember that all of my friends will be going to the game, and no one really enjoys my favorite movie as much as I do.

I hear the music get louder and louder as we get closer to the tailgating tents. I start to see so many people I have never seen before. Do these people go here? Will I come back here after I graduate? WHY IS IT SO HOT OUTSIDE I CAN'T ST--

My friends interrupt my thoughts so we can take a picture together. This was my real goal for today, because then I can prove that I came. We take the picture, and I suddenly feel ordinary, (which is a good thing, because sometimes I like feeling ordinary).

We reach the tailgating tent. I keep my sunglasses on, hiding behind the lenses (I only wear sunglasses when I want to hide). There are many hellos, many smiles, and many sweaty hugs, but I don't mind. I love all of the people around me, and remember why I love my University.

I sit in the back and observe. I watch everyone doing different things, playing corn hole, eating food, socializing. Everyone is so happy, which makes me happy. I watch people take pictures and get excited for the game. People ask me if I'm okay, because I am awkwardly standing in the corner--and I am okay, I just am an observer and I also have this problem where I never know how to end a conversation with someone once I start one.

It dawns on me that the only reason I am really here is to prove to others that I can be social and outgoing. I think that's lame.

I decide to go back to my room. I don't know how long I was out there, but it was probably a record from last year. I get food, and press the space bar to resume my marathon of Friends (it's my favorite episode, when Chandler and Monica get engaged). I scroll through Instagram and see everyone's pictures. I like all of them, and I feel like I am there having fun with everyone else. This is the best part of my day.

After the game is over, everyone comes back to see me. I hear all of their stories from the game, and this makes me happy. They are proud of me for making an effort. They tell me that there is a party now that the game is over.

I guess it's time to be social, I think--and I find something to wear.