The first thing you do is look at the syllabus, and you see that your finals are all in the same week and you're like…
WHAT WHY?
Then, after complaining for a couple hours...or days...you decide to get to studying.
But you can't seem to focus.
Then, you find yourself doing everything but what you actually need to do…
Is it summer yet?
While all of your friends are out like this…
You're stuck in the library all night like this…
You get home from the library, and your friends are just getting back from the party like…
"Why didn't I choose an easy major?"
But your mind is on money...
...and money is on your mind.
So you just sit there and watch them drunkenly try to make food…
The stove isn't turned on, you idiots.
You show up the next morning prepared for your final like…
Dress to impress?
You meet up with your friends right before the exam...
1,2,3...BREAK!
The teacher tells you that there are 30 extra questions than you expected…
WHAT? WHO? WHY? WE ARE OUT.
You look at the test.
WHEN DID WE LEARN THIS?!
The next day, your teacher meets up with you to discuss your grade.
Get me out of here.
Your parents call and ask how it went and you're just like…
And your friends are like…
BYE MOM! BYE DAD!
But that's the least of your worries, because IT'S SUMMER.
Then you remember that you signed up for summer classes and you show up on the first day like…
Say goodbye to your “fun summer."







































