I'm so excited for my senior year here at Clemson, but ugh-school. amiright?! Here's the first day of the semester as told by Michael Scott and friends.

You arrive in town, set up your new room, reunite with your friends, organize your planner, and are all ready to go. Then reality hits and you have to actually go to your first class.

You sit down and introduce yourself to the people next to you. It's an awkward exchange of small talk and cell-phone numbers that you're going to look at a year later and say, "I don't know any Danielle Thompson."

The professor, who sent an urgent e-mail the night before for everyone to print and bing a copy of the syllabus and made you scramble to the library at 11:00 p.m. to print all 20 pages for free and to staple it all with the jumbo stapler only found on the 5th floor, begins to pass out the giant stack of copies they went ahead and printed for the entire class anyway.

Then, you listen to the professor go over the syllabus and mention the most crucial information for the class that they conveniently forgot to include so you have to squeeze it in the 0.0000025 of an inch margin they left for you.

After spending the majority of the class time going over the syllabus and realizing there are only 10 minutes left of class, you assume that you're done for the day, but then the professor says, "Alright, let's get started with Chapter One!"

So, you take out the emergency sheet of paper and pencil you actually brought with you today and start to follow along... sort of. You're obviously still on summer break.

You hear an arrogant, "a-hem" from the back of the room. It's that one kid who has the audacity to ask a question, clearly above the the level of the class, on the first moments of material just to show off to everyone how so much more advanced they are.

Then, the professor and the cocky kid get into a discussion that you can't follow, and another student across the room jumps in. You're caught in the crossfire as they're clearly trying to battle it out for top dog on day one. People, please. There are 30 more seconds of class.

Finally, the professor comes to their senses after realizing the other 99.999999999% of the class have zoned out and already have their backpacks on ready to leave. Brushing off the debate, "Alright. Alright. We'll leave that fun for chapter 15! See you all on Wednesday." And then you all get out of there ASAP! before the professor can assign homework on the 10 minutes of material you (didn't) learn.

That's about how every other class goes for the rest of the day. Finally, you stagger off the bus into your apartment, eat an entire bag of Cheetos, and take a long nap. I mean, you can't get much more (mentally) exhausting than the first day of a new semester.

Cheers to another school year, you scholars.