College--what an experience. Some days you're flying high, feeling invincible and other days you wanna crawl into a hole and never come out. There's mental breakdowns, judgment, support, annoyance, false hope, immense joy, and so much more. Mae Whitman does a pretty good job representing what every college student is going through.

When syllabus week comes and you see all the work you have to do for the semester.

Time to buckle down and mentally prepare for a long and difficult semester. Assignment after assignment coming at you day in and day out.

Trying to balance work, school work, sleep, and a social life.

Deemed impossible. There's not enough time in a day for all of the things we wanna do. Trying to figure out how much time you can spend at one place before you have to be at the next is quite the task.

Realizing you're gaining weight and trying to start working out.

Like we all just want abs, but it's so hard. Running, lifting, and form of exercise...they're great for you, but really hard to make a habit of.

When you have an impossible amount of work to do and multiple tests to study for.

I mean a nap is the only logical thing to do when life becomes too much to handle. Let's be real, we all nap at least twice a week.

When you go home for break and your parents start questioning your ways.

They only want the best for us, but we are trying our best and it hurts when people judge. We feel like we're rocking messy hair, average grades, and fresh body spray, but our parents might disagree.

When you complain about all the work you have to do and someone suggests you stay in for the weekend.

How dare they suggest you not have fun? Some people just don't know their place. You've worked so hard all week and you just need that break.

What you wanna tell your roommate when he/she won't be quiet and you're clearly trying to focus.

Thinking to ourselves, "If they play one more video out loud". I mean common, can't they read your intentional slams and exaggerated sighs?

Your response when your professor gives you false hope and says you'll get out early, but ends up keeping you the whole time.

A very cruel thing to do to a hopeful and impatient college student. Once our minds are set on getting out early, turning them back into class mode is nearly impossible.

When you haven't slept for two days, haven't eaten for 12 hours, haven't had coffee yet and you can't function.

We've all been there, no judgment. Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do and sleeping and eating just aren't priorities.

Having a breakdown and lashing out at your innocent friend only to instantly regret it.

Sorry my emotions overflowed and exploded onto you, I will make up for it. It can all get to be way too much for one person to handle, just know that the lashing out was not supposed to be towards you, but there was nowhere else for the emotions to go.

Trying to handle finals like:

There is just so much studying and so little time. Multiple tests, very important, grade-determining tests and only mere weeks to get the information wired in.

When summer finally hits and you're overwhelmed with joy.

Finally, finally, finally. We didn't think it would ever come. Now we can relax, soak up the sun, and live a little less stressed for a few months.