With my bank account empty, head pounding and life a mess, I am thankful that syllabus week is finally over. We all probably have a love/hate relationship with syllabus week. It is a week when the smell of beer and Burnett's  fills the air, and I consistently wake up with unexplainable bruises all over my body. It is when all you see on Instagram are pictures with the captions: “get sylly." Pizza is my main food group and my main entertainment is watching all the shackers run home at 8 a.m., shoes in hand. 

I love being back with friends, going back to the local bars and visiting our favorite frats. I love not being at home and having to report to my parents about why I don’t have a job and explain why I still have my pajamas on at 5 p.m. Most importantly, I love going to class just for the syllabus and finding out that attendance is not mandatory. 

On the other side, I hate the pressure of having to go out every night and hearing the phrase, “it’s syllabus week, you have to go out.” I hate waking up every morning with regrets about eating four slices of pizza at 2 a.m. or the fact that I am still in last night’s outfit. I hate being hungover and walking to class looking like a zombie.

I cannot complain, though. We only have eight syllabus weeks in our short college careers. I will miss the freedom of not having homework and actually being able to relax, especially when I have three exams in one week. 

But most importantly, we can all agree that we are so glad it is over. I can finally get my life back on track, go to the Rec, and give my liver a break.