Every school has its own inside jokes that people from other schools simply do not and will not understand.

 So without further ado, you know you go to U of I when…

You’re emotionally attached to a bronze statue.

You’re used to the level of surprise in someone’s voice when they find out you’re not from the suburbs.

Your classes AREN’T cancelled. Ever.

You’ve experienced all four seasons of the year in one semester.

You have found love on Joe’s dance floor.

You can tell how good of a day it’s going to be by the smell of campus. Special shout out to you, South Farms.

Blow darts. Enough said.

You have suffered through the hundred degree heat you experience making a giant I on the football field during freshman welcome weekend.

You have never tried Second Story pizza sober. (But let’s be honest, that’s probably one of the better decisions you have made in college.)

*Reread the previous line, replacing “Second Story pizza” with “Fat Sandwich.”

You laugh when you see people from other schools celebrating Unofficial NOT at U of I. Hahahaha cute.

You understand deep deep deep down that the smell of KAM’s is worth the Blue Guys.

Wine night has gotten the best of you once or twice. Or maybe every Tuesday.

You know that whenever someone refers to “the city,” they’re talking about Chicago.

You just say “Suburbs” when someone asks you where you’re from, and when someone asks you to be more specific you just say a direction. “Oh which suburbs?” “Western.”

You pity other schools with their silly “Twenty-one Bars.” Pshhhhh.

You cried a tear of joy when they announced that they were building a McDonald’s on campus.

You’ve seen neighboring fraternities get in snowball fights.

Tortica’s has ruined your diet plans about seven times this year.

You still take Illini Athletics very seriously. This includes intramurals.

You’ve thought of one or two things you would love to do on the Morrow Plots.

You have a guilty pleasure for studying in the BIF, even though you’re not a business major.

“You live in FAR/PAR? Aww, I’m sorry.”

(For the Ladies) As fun as recruitment is, there will always be a small part of you that is outrageously jealous of fraternity rush.

You have one too many coupon books because EVERYONE hands them out EVERYWHERE.

You know that Seniorland might as well be called Wonderland during welcome weekend for those desperately seeking alcohol.

You feel old when you see those large groups with orange bags walking around campus.

You deny that the Chief is no longer the mascot.

You know you go to U of I when you tell someone that you go here, you can’t help but know that you chose the best college out there. Sorry boutcha, everywhere else. You will never live up to the Orange and Blue.