The drive back to Tallahassee can vary in degree of hardship depending on where you live outside of school. If you live anywhere below Orlando, you have a three or more-hour drive on your hands. Any where above that isn’t really considered a trek back to school. So if you don’t know… here’s a run down of how that drive usually goes.

Being from Tampa, I have about a 4 to 4 and a half drive on my hand depending on traffic. If the world feels like punishing me I might have a 5-hour drive ahead of me. If you live in South Florida, I don’t know how you do it. You must really like school at Florida State. That drive is a day’s length within itself. I can only imagine… actually I’m not going to lie to you I can’t imagine the self mental preparation it takes to even muster the will and self discipline to get behind the wheel of that car. You are a trooper. Pat yourselves on the back. First things first, my route is straight up I-75 and then hook a left on 1-10. I don’t do any of that U.S 19 stuff. That is bullshit. Anyways, the first hour of the drive is all too familiar. You’re just trying to get out of your city or at least the general area of your residency. You play some music and sing and it starts to pass the time. You’re holding your own personal concert and you feel like this is the greatest thing ever. Your vocals are feeling good. Once the second hour steps up your singing has gone down a bit. You’re not as enthused as you were in the first hour but you remind yourself that you are half way there. It should blow in no time. Once the third hour rolls by you aren’t singing and you hate being stuck in your car. “This is ridiculous” you think to yourself as you continue to roll down the pavement. You’re thinking about just pressing your feet so hard that you might end up break through the floor and have to end up Fred Flintstoning your ass all the way to Tallahassee. Not to mention once you break off I-75 and you get to I-10 so many state troopers wait in the wings. They hide their squad cars in these little pathways that were carved into nature in between both of the roads. These pathways were made specifically so that they can wait and catch us speeding around. You cant see them, but you better believe that they can see you. By the fourth hour you’re actually thinking to yourself “I don’t know why I was losing my mind during that drive because I’m here.” You're not really sure why you overreacted. It's mostly because you're rolling up to your destination, but who cares. That’s the thought process that goes through your mind if you live 3 or more hours away. It’s not too bad until you have to make that drive again to go home.