You met Byron within your first week of school.

You wear the school uni­form: Uggs, leg­gings and a Northface if you’re a girl, cam­ou­flage if you’re a guy.

You have to dodge ice cream cones on the side­walk lead­ing to the Rock.

Hockey play­offs are the most impor­tant time of the year.

Everyone you meet seems to be in pre-optometry or pre-pharmacy.

The guys who get all the ladies are those with the biggest…trucks.

Your idea of a nice din­ner out is going to Crankers.

You use the term “white-baggers.”

You have to drive an hour in any direc­tion to find civilization.

Finding a park­ing spot is like search­ing for the Holy Grail.

You dress up to go to Shooters.

Camouflage is a fash­ion state­ment on both guys and girls.

People ask where FSU is and your response is “Big Rapids; no, not Grand Rapids.”

You have accepted the fact that there will be nowhere to sit at the Rock on Sundays due to all the townies.

You get three coupon books and never use any of them.

The only thing more annoy­ing than the con­stant sound of bells is the con­stant sound of sirens.

Your favorite place to eat at 2 a.m. is Taco Bell.

You were plan­ning on fin­ish­ing out col­lege and pur­su­ing a lucra­tive career, but then you lost all your money due to park­ing tickets.

MyFSU is con­stantly blow­ing up your e-mail when it is working.

Cars don’t have col­ors; they’re brown from the mud they’re cov­ered in.

Your class is in West/ Alumni/ Prakken and you can count on one hand the num­ber of times you’ve actu­ally showed up.

You think the city is scary.

Opening day of deer sea­son is a holiday.

You get up at 7 a.m. to reg­is­ter for classes and the servers crash.

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