Even your term papers have term papers.
You begin to stare blankly out the study room window and notice an architectural feature you think is just fascinating.
Your heaviest workload comes from a one-credit class.
Friends' visits to your room become an aggravation.
You spend more time with your roommate's girlfriend than your own girlfriend because you both burn the candle in the library's adjoining after-hours study lounge.
You know when the corner store off campus stops selling those personal-sized pizzas.
The campus security has stopped you several times in the middle of the night because you were wandering outside in a bathrobe reciting something you have to memorize for a test.
Your lab partner hasn't seen or received a call from you in a month.
Your girlfriend just dumped you for an abusive, socially inept jerk with a 1.5 GPA and an "undeclared" major.
No one will sit next to you in class, and the ones still sitting closest have plugged in a Glade product nearby.
You hold two front sign-in desk jobs so you can make the money you need for next year's tuition while avoiding cutting into study time.
You have done homework for one class while sitting in another class, still taking notes and eating lunch, which consists of a slice of pizza, an oatmeal cream pie, mozzarella sticks, and Mountain Dew.