All week, we look forward to it: Friday. No class, no work, no worries. Except for going out of course.

It's Friday afternoon and all of your friends are already out of class, but not you. You're sitting in British Lit for another hour. Staying awake for your last hour of your last afternoon class on a Friday is almost as hard as making yourself go to the class in the first case.

Finally! Class is out! Friday, FRIYAY.

So, you make your way back to your dorm, apartment, house, living space, whatever only to find that your best friends have already started preparing for a long afternoon and night out, and you have seriously got to catch up to them. OK, not a problem.

Let the process begin: shower, makeup, clothes, drinks, music. Your excitement for going out continues to rise.

Then comes the deliberation on what time is acceptable to get to the bar. 11 p.m.? Too early — nobody will be there. But we could get our drinks before anyone else. But don't we want to, like, make an entrance? We want people to see us. OK, so 11:30. What time are the boys going? 11:45. Oh, 11:45 sounds perfect. But first, you must take a Snapchat and post it on your story so that all of your exes see you having fun and going out.

Your DD has arrived. Time to fill up your cups and get to the car. Hopefully someone is planning on playing "Ride" by Somo super loud in the car. Whoops, already lost one. Going to be a long night. Guess she's sitting in the trunk after all.

Time to make your entrance and head straight to the bar.

Just about the time you take your third sip, you turn around and, sure enough, in walks your ex .

With his new girl closely behind and it's the first time you've seen her in person. (Time to order your next drink.)

Ah, but your favorite song just came on and you really need to look like you're having fun. In your head you're like

But really you look like

By this time, you're really starting to settle in and you're loving the night, and apparently so are your friends.

You overhear one of your best friends say to her boyfriend,

About the same time you realize one of your other best friends looks like this. Uh oh.

For the sake of worrying what might happen if you don't get her home, you decide to round up the troops and call your DD. You can let the party continue back at the apartment. DD arrives, and you head out to the car. You stumble through the parking lot with the loudest group of girls all ranting about their mixed emotions. Your DD is not the least bit amused.

And it's like there's some magic spell that as soon as anyone sits in a car after being at a bar, they become the hungriest person to ever walk the earth. Especially if the hunger is mixed with PMS.

After the whole food process is finished, you're completely and totally ready to hit the bed.

You manage to make it back to your bed, only to find thousands of clothes on it from earlier, thrown everywhere when you couldn't decide what to wear. But whatever. It won't kill you to sleep on them.

You slowly wake up, sit up, feel your head pounding and go back to sleep. The process continues for about an hour until you decide to check Snapchat. Wow, so much happened last night.

But guess what? It's Saturday! And you get to do it all over again! But first, a Chick-fil-A biscuit.

Cheers to another semester being right around the corner and all the memories that will undoubtedly be made!