You go to the library but realize it’s not really for you.
But you made it this far, so you attempt to start studying.
And then you just decide it’s probably better if you go home because you really just don’t care.
But then you start getting stressed out that you have five finals and you haven’t paid attention in one class.
So you try to do something healthy to deal with your anxiety.
But de-stressing doesn’t make you anymore prepared for your finals.
So you start planning your big escape to Canada.
Your friends try to help calm you down.
But you’re moody and don’t want help from anyone.
And then you remember that there was that smart girl in your class, so you force yourself to ask her to study with you.
You even try to contribute, but she tells you you’re wrong.
So you decide to just give
up and hope for the best.
The day before your test you pull an all-nighter and become delusional.
You surprisingly feel prepared walking in to the room. But then get to the test and have no idea what’s going on.
But, at least you’re done with the class.
You come home and your roommates know exactly how to make you feel better.
And then all there's left to do is wait…
