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.