If I tried to describe finals to a T: one, I would be here until the end of 2017; two, I would most likely get to stressed just typing about it that I would get a migraine; and three, it's impossible because of how insanely unreal it sounds, and how insanely frustrating the last couple of weeks of the semester truly are.

High school students complain about midterms and final exams, but they have NO idea what's about to hit them. College midterms and final exams are fifteen times harder and eighty times longer. You sit in a class all semester long and wonder if maybe your professor was going to change his mind about the final. Maybe it won't be cumulative? You have hope until the study guide comes. The study guide which states what chapters will be on the exam. No terms, no topics, just chapters. Chapters are, on average, forty pages long, I would say.

You beg for more office hours between Thanksgiving break and your last final because it seems remotely impossible to learn everything from the last week of August until now.

Every term assignment, presentation, and last minute "busy work" seems to hit right before finals. Why not, you know? Why not assign a nine page research paper just before finals? Or what about checking your grades, and an exam goes in as a 0/100 when you know you took it? Your professor then tells you that she "lost it" and that "you must retake it". Even though it's the week before exams and a week before freedom, you'll do whatever it takes for that A.

Exam week is only two weeks away, but boy does it seem like a lifetime away. For everyone in the Christmas spirit, Thanksgiving break was such a tease. I swear finals will be the death of me. Even though we dread them and complain about them before the second half of the semester, we all give them our all; because after all we do care and do want that A.