Finally it's summer. Not only do we get a break from the institution we were trapped in for the past nine months. But we also get a break from work, people we don't want to deal with, and dining hall food. Freedom. Summertime is what we expect – every year (without fail) it's the time of our lives. Friends, parties, beaches, and road trips. But let's be real. Every year, the first few weeks of summer blow. I’m not sure why we endlessly swear each year will break the cycle. But our expectations just really make our reality look lame af.

For starters…your room…

Expectations:

Reality:

Perfect.

Your hobbies…

Expectations:

Reality:

Not what I expected, but I accept it.

Your friends from home…

Expectations:

Reality:

Even though you really did plan to see them the millisecond you got home...life happened. Well, really the lack there of did.

Your friends from school…

Expectations:

Reality:

Without fun stories, there is no content for the group chat.

Your eating habits…

Expectations:

Reality:

Typical.

Your parents…

Expectations:

Reality:

Well...a kid can dream.

Your siblings…

Expectations:

Reality:

I like the expectation better, thanks.

Your ex-boy from home…

Expectations:

Reality:

BE STRONG.

Your idea of fun…

Expectations:

Reality:

Yup.

Your gas…

Expectations:

Reality:

Because the only place you went was to the kitchen.

Your dog…

Expectations:

Reality:

My homie.