We’ll it’s official. I’m in love with Justin Bieber. Told myself I would never fall for it, but I can’t help it when my Bieber Fever is rising every time I hear "Sorry" on the radio. His new songs are just so catchy, and his lyrics are all too relatable to my college experience thus far.

When you get to college freshman year, it can be beyond overwhelming. You're stoked that you are finally on your own and don't need to live by Mom's rules anymore, but at the same time, you freaking miss your mommy. First you’re up, then you’re down, and then between.

Then comes the workload that is nothing like high school. You have four tests, three papers and a mental breakdown all scheduled on the same day. You hope your professors know my mama don’t like you, and she likes everyone.

And then it’s Saturday night and you’re at your first party. There's a senior boy that you swear is the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen, (they didn’t grow them like that in your hometown!). He winks at you and you think to yourself, there’s gonna be one less lonely girl.

But turns out he gave that look to six other girls that night… so you tell that boy, you should go and love yourself.

Sunday morning there are campus tours of potential freshman and their parents. My life is a movie and everyone's watching.

Meanwhile, I'm still in my outfit from last night, and wearing yesterday's eyeliner as today's smoky eye. Only God can judge me.

Fast forward, and another week is almost over. It’s Thirsty Thursday and you have a test at 8 a.m. the next day, but your friends want you to go out. What do you do? You act like there is a real question here but... You ain’t gotta question it, you already know the answer.

When you get to the club, all of your friends frolic away and then some creep starts hitting on you and you’re like, hey guys, where are you now that I need you?

And you promise yourself you aren’t going to drink too much and text that boy that broke your heart because you're so over him. You think I’m crying on my own, well I ain't.

...but you do it anyway. Is it too late now to say sorry?

You count your blessings because you somehow make it to your class on time the next day and you definitely rocked your test. Never say never!

But then you get your grade back on Monday and you're like, professor, I need one more shot at forgiveness.

And you find that college is basically a constant struggle of deciding whether or not it's too late to drop out and adopt fifty cats... Sometimes it's hard to do the right thing when the pressure's coming down like lightning, am I right?

All of a sudden, the semester is over and it's finals week and you're questioning the meaning of life, like, does this really have a purpose?

But then your four month long summer vacation rolls around and life is worth living again.

Out of nowhere you’re a senior and you don’t know where the time went, and soon you have to start thinking about real adult responsibilities. What do you mean?

Your life is a mess and so far the only thing you’ve gotten really good at is finishing an entire series on Netflix in less than two days. But you have faith that it will all work out one day, because you've made amazing friends and you'll get through this together. Hey friends, as long as you love me, we could be starving, we could be homeless, we could be broke... which we are. :-)

And you're trying to enjoy it all while it lasts, because we’re running out of time and we know that these are the best four years of our lives.