You know you’re a college student living on campus when...

...you wear everything at least twice, often three times, before relegating it to your dirty laundry basket
...you wait until your clothes drawers start to look empty before you do your laundry
...you can’t do anything fun without the persistent thought in the back of your head saying “you should really be doing homework”
...you spend an evening at a real house and it makes your whole month
...you sit staring at a ceiling fan in said house smiling nostalgically, or insist on sitting on the floor because the carpet feels so wonderful
...you make friends by going to Wal-mart with random people who are all desperate to get off campus
...you memorize facts for your upcoming test while walking on a treadmill
...you send notes on Facebook to your neighbor down the hall telling them to bring you a Reese’s
...you work out in the gym just to get away from your computer
...you check your post office box four times a day just in case you missed something the last time
...you take naps at random times of day, like 9:30 in the morning
...you borrow pocketknives from random guys to go check the corrosion on your battery on your car that sits dead and forlorn in the parking lot
...you go watch a flag football game, intending to only stay a minute, start talking to the person you live across the hall from and keep talking until after the game is over, through the supper line, and until supper is over, completely forgetting about homework
...you look at a syllabus and realize you have 10 chapters to read in a certain book, due the following day, just when you thought you’d finished all the assignments for that class
...you cheer for an NFL football team you don’t care a lick for just because there’s no one to watch your own team and cheer with you and you have to cheer for someone
...you watch movies late at night on Sunday nights just to keep from feeling homesick
...you sing happy birthday on the phone to a different sibling three times in the same week
...you put pictures of your home state up on the wall outside your door and point them out to innocent victims who walk past your door
...you count the days till a holiday that’s two months away so you can go home (even to the point of making sure, that far in advance, that you’ll have a ride in that direction)
...you stay up late at night listing all of the things that were unheard of in your former life that are now quite the norm for you