It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was college. Fortunately for us, the good folks of "Parks and Recreation" took pity on us and gave us something we could relate to, and also something entertaining enough to distract us from our piles of work.

It's the first day of class, you have to wear your best outfit.

The sweatpants lifestyle is welcomed back on day 2.

Oh great, another "let me get to know you" exercise.

It's the second week of class, some random just took your seat, and now you have to sit in the front row.

You pay over $30,000 a year to go to this school, and they can't even give you fully functioning Wi-Fi.

You don't realize how out of shape you are until you live on the fourth floor of a dorm with no elevator.

Move-in day and bringing in cases of water are your worst nightmare.

Girls will forever travel in packs.

Athletes try to juggle classes, study hall, weight room and practice.

That's why athletes only hang out with other athletes. They don't have the time or energy to meet anybody else.

Public safety tries to give you a hard time, but we all know they don't have any real authority.

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The sun isn't even all the way up, and you already have eight campus alert emails.

Thank God I was woken up by this. How would I survive not knowing that today's yoga class has been moved from 4 p.m. to 4:01 p.m.?

Everyone's excited to find out who is performing for the spring concert, but you know it's just going to be some washed up star from the '90s again.

You're standing outside in the cold at 3 a.m. and find the kid who doesn't know how to properly microwave popcorn and who set off the fire alarm.

The edibleness of the dining hall food is always in question.

Nope, not edible. Time to order Domino's again.

Greek life takes their themed parties very seriously.

As the semester continues, your grade expectations continue to decrease until you reach the point where you just aim to pass.

You take any opportunity to save money by sharing with your friends. Books, cars, food; it's all fair game.

There's no feeling quite like walking out of your last class of the week.

When your professor calls on you because they don't think you're paying attention, but you nail it.

"If you guys don't speak up in class, I'm going to have to start giving pop quizzes so I know that you're doing the assigned readings."

"Snow days" should be renamed "Netflix days."

Planning group meeting times revolves around both your class schedule and your TV schedule.

It's finally senior year, and you realize that you have to be a fully functioning member of society soon.