In your first years of college, the week (or weekend) leading up to the start of school is filled with your life shoved into cardboard boxes, your money flowing like water onto the cash register that is checking out the new school supplies, and a bunch of awkward small talk and partially genuine smiles. After getting all packed and shipped away back to school, you have to face the reality of the new year that you weren't exactly prepared for. Although they haven't been in school for quite a while, the men of New Girl oddly know the realities of the struggles that we are facing with the preparation and slow beginning of the new academic year.

1. There's that sick moment when you realize that you have to be responsible for yourself again.

That includes: buying your own food, eating that food, waking up before noon, going to class, being on time for class, paying bills, doing homework, doing laundry, and actually interacting with other people.

2. Then you realize that you have to pack your life away, once again.

No one really likes packing. I am a packing procrastinator. I'm actually writing this article instead of packing right now and I move tomorrow so.... yeah.

3. Once you get back to school, you become increasingly aware of the people watching you as you move in.

A Uhaul becomes the new UFO.

4. After you get all of your stuff out of the orange truck, you have to unpack everything that your just spent countless hours packing.

You always get to a great start and are full of excitement until about hour four where you end up laying on the floor or attempting to make a fort of the boxes that you were able to unpack.

5. But then, amidst the wake of further procrastination, you get a text from your friends wanting to see you.

Like an elegant phoenix, you rise from the ashes and sprint out of the house/dorm.

6. The reunion is beautiful.

"Reunited and it feels so good" becomes the caption to every instagram post in a 50 mile radius.

7. But then you're hit with the question "How was your summer? What did you do?"

Then you have to admit that you didn't really do anything this summer, but you phrase it in a way that it sounds at least kind of cool.

8. When you step on campus for the first day since May, you become increasingly aware of the amount of freshman around you.

Bambis. Bambis everywhere.

9. Then there's the first day of class and you have to make sure you're somewhat presentable.

The weekend is over. You are (hopefully) unpacked and somewhat prepared for the next three months of higher education. Even if you're not, you need to at least look like you have your life together.

10. After getting your syllabus, you see that the first assignment is to tell the professor what you think your best/worst skills are.

"Introduce yourself" becomes synonymous to "throw yourself into a pit of fire while doused in hairspray, nail polish, alcohol, and gasoline."

11. The rest of the week goes on this way, you saying the same thing over and over again until the whole world knows who you are.

No, my last name isn't spelled with an "e" on the end. I'm not the singer. Lord, as in, you know, um, God.

12. Your roommate comes home with a plant or something new to add to the room/apartment and you don't know what to make of it.

A plant? A goldfish? A massive poster of a llama in a space suit? #dealwithit

13. You survive that first week and it's Friday night and it's time to party.

Which you end up slightly regretting the next day when you have to write that stupid, "About Me" assignment for your english class and heavily consider stealing the lyrics from "Introducing Me" from Camp Rock. However, your professor just lectured on plagiarism, so that option dies.