Dear Midterm week,

I hate you.

I hate everything you stand for.

You're a week of all-nighters. You cause students to panic and over caffeinate themselves. You, much like Voldemort, stake fear in the hearts of those who even hear your name. You cause tears and frustration. You have the record for the most coffee drank, most all nighters pulled, most mental breakdowns seen, and the least amount of sleep obtained in one week. You're exhausting and stressful and students all universally hate you as much as I do.

You cause students to doubt not only themselves but their degree in general. You come and go, almost as if you take joy in the damage you can leave behind. Even the most prepared students with the easiest schedules are feeling your upcoming presence. You have students more stressed than Kim Kardashian when she dropped her diamond earring in the ocean.

Don't get me wrong, you teach valuable lessons. For example, how much caffeine one can consume before it stops working. Or how to completely ignore those who tell us not to cram for you. And how to shut ourselves off from the outside world so we can focus on studying or writing papers. Or how to deal with that feeling of guilt and panic when we decide to take a much needed half an hour break to nap.

I think I speak for students all over the world when I say I hate you with every fiber of my being.

Sincerely,

Stressed students everywhere