Here we are, in the middle of finals. You either studied or you didn't. You may or may not have cried. And regardless of whether or not you liked the class, you rejoice each time you complete an exam.

Day one rolls around, and you (for the 1000th time) count all the exams you have. This semester, I had six...

You study, and study, and study, and study. When you finally take a break to eat, or sleep, or die, you remember you can't. Because you have to study.

But so many times, you're horrified to remember that you don't even know what you don't know.

And then you realize that you've been curled up in your room for eight days straight wearing the same shirt and living off of nothing but Ramen.

But nevertheless, you face your fears, march into the testing room (which oftentimes feels like you're marching to your execution) and SLAY.

By the end of all your exams, you're quite certain that your brain has melted. Netflix sounds good right about now.

Make sure y'all enjoy yourselves over Christmas. You've earned it!