As the term comes to a close, the three-day weekends — whether there’s a holiday on Monday or you just feel like blowing off class — are growing in number and in temperability. It’s getting warm out and it seems like everyone has plans. But not all getaways are created equal. There are some people out there who will start talking about their weekend plans and just not. Shut. Up. You know at least one of the following:

The festival-goer

You’ve gotten their Snapchats: It’s either a seven-second shot of the floral crown or bro tank that’ll succumb to ridiculous amounts of sweat or the cases upon cases of beer that probably won’t last past the first day of Sasquatch, Bamboozle or whatever other “hip” festival this person’s off to for the entire weekend.

If you happen to hear a friend or casual acquaintance utter the words “DMB” and “Gorge” in one sentence, run.

Run as fast as you can.

The playoff fanatic

Spring means championships. Whether it’s the NBA or the NHL, sticks, pucks and balls are flying all over the place. There’s no worse person to be around than your friend who’s taking it way too seriously — like, crying when the Blazers didn’t make it past the Spurs seriously.

Stay away from campus bars during playoff games. Unless you’ve had a drink or two already, you’ll leave places like Taylor’s and Fathom’s with nothing short of a migraine because of the ridiculousness of it all.

The camper

Camping in Oregon is pretty great. So great, in fact, that there’s an entire article in The Emerald dedicated to the best places in the state to do it. But it’s not any fun — any fun at all — when you discuss your camping plans with that one friend who raises an eyebrow anytime you start talking about what kind of tent you just bought or how many coolers full of PBR you’re lugging to Camp Sherman.

Sorry we didn’t grow up in the woods and can’t survive for three days with nothing but a Bowie knife and short length of fishing line. We all read Hatchet in fifth grade. That should be good enough for anyone.

The nerd

What’s worse than hearing about people’s weekend plans? Hearing about how you’re going to sit on the couch, Cheetos and Mountain Dew in hand, and marathon Game of Thrones to spot continuity errors between the show and the book or speed run the last Call of Duty. Nerds are the worst.

Instead of telling you about all the cool shit they’re going to do when it’s sunny and wonderful outside, they’re going on and on about how J.K. Rowling isn’t as ballsy as George R.R. Martin or just how screwed the next Star Wars movies are now that J.J. “Lens Flare” Abrams is at the helm.

It’s about time to drop this bomb: Battfleck will probably be the best thing to happen to the cowl since Adam West. Just sayin’.

The Shasta-goer

Oh. My. God.

Your bro/girl just spent the last two months getting in shape for one weekend and telling you about all of the “95s” he’s going to score in the days leading up to and afternoons aboard the S.S. Shasta. And you just know that the minute he or she gets back from a sobering weekend at Shasta Lake — JK, there’s nothing sober about it — it’s right back to the keggers and cheesy bacon tots at Rennie’s.

But that’s not all. Prepare for an Instagram feed chock-full of pretentious sunsets, keg stand videos and shots upon shots upon shots of god knows what.

The one who’s not doing anything

The nerds are bad enough. But at least they’re willing to admit to the fact that they have what others would consider lame weekend plans. These people are leeches. They’re the lowest of the low. They’re the ones who start the week by asking, “What are you up to this weekend?”

Slowly but surely — right around dollar beers — it turns into, “What are we doing this weekend?” Watch out for this move. These are the friends who suddenly elbowed their way into your wonderful three-day weekend. The ones who couldn’t bother to come up with plans of their own and instead rely on other people to get something started.

The worst part? This is you, me and everyone else we know about 50 percent of the time. Sometimes you’ve just gotta let other people do the work, right?