We are coming upon the last month of school, and many of us have given up hope on our grades, as well as our sanity. Half of us are wondering how we even got to this point in our life, and it feels like we're in constant limbo. The other day I fell on the floor and didn’t get up for two hours, because I just didn’t have the motivation.
So here it is, something that you never knew you needed, the last month of classes described by "Broad City."
You start to wonder if college is even worth it, because you could totally make your dreams come true on your own. We all know this is completely false, but we keep that glimmer of hope in the back of our head that if we end up failing out of college, we won't become homeless because we have a stellar personality.
You ignore everything that's important that has to get done, because hopefully, it will just go away. Your friend calls you and leads with, "Oh, if you're busy, I can call you back!" But you jump at the opportunity to be taken away from anything that even resembles school work.
You should start studying for that huge final exam or writing that final paper. But the sun is shining now, and you got up today and actually went to class, so you deserve an hour or two of soaking in some sun rays.
People that you didn’t even know existed are emailing you, saying that "you need to hand in your part of the project." What project? Your professors are emailing you a shit ton of reminders that you should probably look at, but then it would give you even more anxiety, so you just delete them and pretend you never saw them.
If you're graduating, you start to think about everything that you're going to have to do when you become a real adult. Maybe failing your classes is a good idea. Then you can just stay in college forever, and never face the responsibilities of the real world.
Your last exam is finally done, and you can peace out this b***h until the fall. Although, you’ve probably got some lame summer job that's going to drive you crazy and make you wish that you were back in class. It's a vicious cycle.
This same thing happens every year, and we never learn. It makes life interesting.
