Summer is here. I can't feel it, but it's like I can taste it. Before I get there, completely, I still have only my entire GPA to hurdle over. Legit, three tests and maybe a million papers (English major smh). Who came up with this idea? They want us to try and retain months worth of information in the span of maybe a week.

But not just for one class, no, having a final in one class would be way too simple. In ALL of our classes, we have to remember and retain various information from the start of molecular particles to grammatical errors on a peer's paper.

Who even cares?

Well OK. I mean, we all do because we're being graded.

Not only do we have to crunch all of this work into such a small amount of space, but all this work we're doing is, of course, our most important grade of the semester. It's like they are setting us up to fail!

So, with all this work to do, what is it exactly that I do?

I watch Netflix. Or stare at the terribly chipping mustard paint on the inside of the stacks. Sometimes I dwindle my thumbs, anything except my work.

Why? Not necessarily sure, probably some self-sabotaging mission my inner conscious takes great enjoyment in demonstrating. Or it could be the immense thrill that shrieks within my beating heart as I feel that deadline approaching, quickly and heavily.

Either way, it is a known fact. Finals suck. Finals suck hard.