1. We love Disney movies.
You can claim to be “mature” and “grown up” all you want, but if you didn’t cry at the end of Toy Story 3, you’re a filthy liar.
2. We need someone else to cook our food for us.
Unless you’re the kind of person who dove head first into the Great Wide World of Adulting™, odds are, your diet probably consists of Harcombe cookies, Wendy’s, dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets, and ramen.
3. Impulse buying.
We see it, we want it, but now that our parents aren’t around, we buy it. Most of us have recently discovered the full potential of Amazon Prime and MOM’S NOT HERE TO STOP ME FROM BUYING ALL THE HOVERBOARDS AND CANDY AND FANCY SOAP THAT I WANT!!
Either that or, you’re poor like me and haven’t bought anything except deodorant and a pack of PopTarts since you moved to Clemson. *soft weeping*
4. We vomit often and with great enthusiasm.
If you haven’t had your head in a trash can at least once during a Clemson football game/afterparty, you’re either on the football team, lying, or helping your friend throw up in the trash can at the Clemson football game/afterparty.
5. Naps.
I don’t even need to say anything more about this one. You’ve all had those days where you take 3 naps in a row and cry softly over your incomplete chemistry homework. We’ve all been there, buddy.
6. We’re strangely obsessed with squirrels.
Maybe this is just a Clemson thing, but the sheer number of YikYak posts I’ve seen about Clemson Squirrels™ is a little…concerning. It’s like when everyone collectively went through that phase where we’d pause mid conversation to scream “SQUIRREL!!¡!” and then go back to talking like nothing happened. No? Just me?
7. Sleepovers.
Except now, instead of waking up enthusiastically around 10am to the sound of your parents making pancakes for you and your toddler friends, you’re waking up at 3pm in a hastily constructed blanket fort to the sound of one of your friends stealing your last can of Spaghettios.
8. We pick tasty food over healthy food.
Unless you’re the kind of person who’s Really Into Fitness and only eats raw cale and the tears of a mountain shaman, you’d pick one of those bomb af fried chicken burgers over a salad any day.