With the singing of birds outside in the morning and the pink flowers budding from the damp grass, spring is coming right around the corner. When most people think about spring, visions of horse races, hiking, and outdoor concerts come to mind. It is the launchpad into summer, and the semester is almost over for all of us. But when I think of spring, only one thing comes to my mind. Formal. It is not for the weak-hearted. Formal is an open-season, anything-can-happen, lose-your-date-to-a-complete-stranger kind of weekend. But it's the best weekend of your life.

Whether you got asked by a newly initiated fraternity member (pledge), or your boyfriend of a gagging-ly gross "18 months," you have earned yourself a golden ticket to the "inside." Spring Formals are 100 percent more personal and 100 percent more ratchet... I mean, being locked in a cabin with 60+ "men" and their dates can never result in a weekend in paradise.

When you first arrive, you'll toss your bags on the first bed you see. It's basically a Hunger Games-style death match if someone is looking at the same room as you are and, well, it's fair game for all...

You start drinking as soon as you can, open the cooler you painted for weeks on end (or the night before).

You find all your sisters and close friends and start taking pictures of any and everything that happens, even when drunk Darla starts puking in the hot tub, and jacked up Jim is too drunk to get out of it. Can you say candid?

Someone chipped the cooler while you weren't looking, and you realize how ridiculous it was to even construct in the first place.

You wake up when the sun hits your face and find your way downstairs to eat everyone's leftovers that were mistakenly left alone in the refrigerator. They were asking for it.

You realize you have eight hours before the big dinner, which is way more time than needed to get ready. So, you take a nap.

You wake up with an hour and a half until Formal, and you don't even know where your phone is.

Showering has never happened so fast. You dry your hair while applying foundation that is more than likely a shade lighter than your spray tan.

You call your date just to be informed he is not even in the vicinity. Do you even need him to be able to get food, anyway?

Your hair and face are "fire" when you realize you haven't seen your dress since you've arrived.

Your sisters are already taking pictures and you've missed all the group photo ops.

You find your date right before everyone piles into the dining area and you eat like you haven't seen food in 24 hours (because you haven't).

The rest of the night is nothing but a blur with the occasional "don't let me butt-dial my mom"s. You spend the trip home sending all the pictures you took while you actually had your life together for a whole 10 minutes to your parents, and deleting all the Snapchats you put up at 3 a.m. before anyone sees them.