You wake up in the morning, next to a potentially hungover boyfriend, you drag yourself to the bathroom to get cleaned up for the day and you may or may not see a brother passed out on the couch in the hall. If some of the other brothers were feeling generous last night you might even find a trashcan near the boys head, if you’re like me, you’d laugh knowing that this same boy manages his way on that couch more often than not.

You make it downstairs only to realize that no one bothered to clean the spilled beer on the floor or turn the tv off from last nights football game; bonus points if you find left out containers from Qdoba, dominos, or wings over and triple points if you find a pile of empty Four Lokos.

You might internally question how men could live in such a pigsty until you realize that you’re willingly living there when you have your own nice (and clean) apartment.

You make it back home in time to see everyone “chilling” by sitting around in one large room all on their phones or if it’s a real “fratty” moment- playing FIFA. You wonder how anyone could spend hours playing virtual sports but apparently, it’s the quintessential “bro time” experience.

As you are in the middle of homework, you hear the same people playing pool that have been playing for the past two hours. You might wander over to another room and ask one of the brothers if they’ve ever seen those people do work and when you get a completely honest answer of no, you might get slightly concerned but you try to laugh it off.

The key decision of the day for the house is where they’re gonna “bool” tonight will it be Boylan? Maybe Bilt? Who are we kidding, they’ll all end up at Trin regardless of whether or not they say hours earlier that “they’ve outgrown it.”

Before we get there though, we start with the pregame; everyone’s favorite part of the night where no one wants to spring for a beer better than Busch or even think to put the beers in the fridge. You think maybe tonight the playlist will have something new on it but who were you to think that, of course, it would just be the Chainsmokers album on repeat!

You might think the pregame will be a relaxing time before going to bars but you’d be wrong since it’s basically beer Olympics every night with many different events: have you heard of the thunderstruck event? It’s a crowd favorite. You think the pregame might last an hour or two but here you are at hour four and you feel like you've made a mistake. You know how the saying goes though: it’s not over until everyone’s not sober.

So you make it to bars and you think finally we’ve made it out alive only to begin worrying about the people who chose to “one touch” every drink earlier or elect themselves as the “pregame hero.”

If you’re like me, you might complain about the mess in the house or the mess that is the boys you seemingly live with but you actually couldn’t see your life without it.

These guys that you joke about are some of your favorite people to be around and though you might get annoyed at the guy who always seems to be blackout, you still feel lucky to be laughing about it the next day with him and though you sometimes might not be able to believe your friends with some of these people, you still jump at the chance to see any of them.

As much as you’d like to say that living the frat house life is miserable, you know it will be one hell of a story to look back on one day.