It's a Saturday and your alarm is set earlier than it would be for your 8 a.m. classes during the week, but that's because this is NOT the kind of thing you can just roll out of bed for. If you pregamed for classes, maybe you’d attend them as eagerly, or at all for that matter, as you attend tailgates. You commence your long day of an excessive variety of mysterious (a.k.a. the jungle juice) liquids consumption with a cup of coffee.

Now you’re fully fueled, and dressed to impress because the football/basketball teams aren’t the only ones competing today. If your shirt isn’t the most cut, bleached, studded, laced, fringed, or comprised of anything else made in a sweatshop of a dorm room, you should probably just forfeit and stay home. Extra points if your entire outfit is actually yours and you didn’t borrow anything.

Show up to the pregame ready to "carpe that f****** diem." You start clinking shot glasses in lieu of continuous toasts, repeating the same thing over and over again and just paraphrasing it differently each time.

When all those toasts catch up with you and the alcohol hits, you’re ready to go, with or without your friends. If only you were this determined when it came to studying for that exam last week …

Obviously nobody listens to you the first time.

For girls, the journey to the tailgate has to factor in taking extremely posed pictures on each other’s backs, pointing at the camera, fake chugging a Natty or pretending to do a handle pull from a Svedka bottle.

Finally, you roll up squad deep, ready for keg stands, beer bongs, shotgunning, and anything else that’ll look good for the necessary post-tailgate Instagram you have to upload later in order to show you have school pride.

Before you know it, you've been there for two hours getting showered in beer from aggressive frommeling, singing tone-deafly along to 90s throwbacks, and falling one too many times - which you won’t remember until the bruises start to form the next day.

During the colder months, you're unable to grip that ambiguous bottle being passed around once it ends up in your possession because you didn't realize you've lost feeling in your fingers. It’s unclear if it's due to intoxication or hypothermia.

You run into that friend you have been avoiding haven't spoken to in a while and make an empty promise to hang out sometime this week.

Sometimes it’s confusing being as drunk as you are in broad daylight. You may have acquired beer goggles, but then again, you can clearly see everyone's face exposed in an atmosphere lacking the dark haziness of a crowded bar or sweaty frat. From far away they look appealing, but as he/she approaches you ...

Then you remember there's a reason you've been tailgating, and you venture off to the game. Coincidentally, this is also around the time hunger strikes and anything edible makes your mouth water and stomach growl, so you take a little detour.

Everybody must have the same idea because the lines everywhere are extremely long and you're growing impatient. Drunk you, plus, hungry you, equals cranky you.

As you wait for your order, you walk around to your friends' tables and pretend to make conversation so you can pick at their food.

All of a sudden, the miscellaneous bits of meals you rapidly inhaled starts to not sit so well with your stomach.

In an attempt to neutralize your stomach, you lay down on the nearest couch, bed, floor, bench, stoop, sidewalk, etc. But as soon as you're horizontal you end up passing out.

You wake up and come to your senses, unsure of what year it is. Because you fell asleep at such an off hour, it's now 4 a.m. and falling back asleep doesn't seem to be happening in your near future. But on the bright side, that gives you more time to start your work and study for your exams this week!