At a huge state school like UCLA, it's not surprising that a huge majority of your friends will be born and raised in California. It's almost obvious when someone is transplanted from the East Coast or the South with the way they dress and talk, and there are certain telltale signs that someone is most definitely not a Californian.

They say "Cali."

Apparently the number one rule of living in California is not referring to it as “Cali." No one ever told me this when I moved here, and it is almost as if it is an unwritten rule that out-of-state kids are just supposed to know. People will hardly correct you, but they will definitely give a weird look. Moral of the story: just call it California.

They freak out over any kind of celebrity.

I have been yelled at by so many of my friends to be cooler when we see a semi-famous person on way too many occasions. What's wrong with wanting a picture, even if that actor was on one episode of that one show three years ago? Pics or it didn't happen.

Earthquakes are a huge deal.

Sorry if the earth physically shaking below me is terrifying. Honestly thought the world was ending when I felt my first earthquake because who even took the earthquake drills in elementary school seriously.

However, rain is not a big deal.

When it rains in southern California, the world ends. Everyone uses it as an excuse to not go to class, or even leave their room at all. Uber gets up charged 300 percent because everyone forgets how to walk places when it drizzles. For out-of-state kids, we just throw on our rain jackets and go about our days as normal.

They wear shorts whenever possible.

It is almost if my friends from California and I are always dressed for different temperatures. When it's sixty degrees outside, I still consider it warm enough to rock a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, but my friends break out their winter coats and boots.

They have no knowledge of California geography or freeways.

When asked where they are from, Californians always give a specific city like I'll have an idea where that is. Laguna Niguel? Agoura Hills? Palos Verdes? The only cities I know are Los Angeles, San Diego, and San Francisco. Uber drivers are even worse when they ask what freeway or exit I'm going to. I have no idea whatsoever; I thought it was your job to know where I was going.

They actually go to the beach.

All my southern California friends have grown up with a beach accessible within an hour, so living mere miles from the beach is not that special to them. The closest beach to my house is six hours away, so when there's a beach I want to go to it. I'm not sure if the beach loses its specialness when someone has lived next to one their whole lives, but it is still a pretty big deal for me.

Out-of-state kids may still be a little out of place here and there, but we all come together with native Californians to form the diverse student body of UCLA.