This is it. It's here. The worst week of the semester- Finals Week. Coincidentally, it's also the most magical month of the year. So who better to describe you feelings and actions of the week than the most magical girl in literature (and film): Miss Hermione Granger.

It's Sunday morning. You wake up and remember that your first final is in 24 hours.

You study the rest of the morning, all afternoon, and into the wee hours of the morning. Finally, you shut your eyes for a few hours of sweet, well needed sleep and dream about how you're going to avada kedavra the hell out of the finals.

Your alarm clock goes off way too soon, and it's time to throw on some sweatpants, put your hair in a messy bun, and head to your first final.

You walk into the classroom, prepared to face your inevitable doom.

You sit down, and your teacher passes out the test. You take one look at it and see everything you don't know.

So, you do the best you can, turn it in, and roll out knowing that you probably failed.

You go through the rest of the week as a complete hot mess, until it's time for the final in the one class you know you'll pass. You walk in the room ready to punch that final in the face!

Thankfully, it was just as easy as you thought it would be.

After a few more exams over the next couple of days, you're finally finished with finals! You don't know how you got through it, but you did.

Now the anticipation of getting your grades back begins. Finally, after waiting forever, you get to see your grades. They're not necessarily what you hoped they'd be, but you accept it and move on because you're happy it's all over.

Now it's time to sit back, relax, have a drink, and celebrate the most magical time of the year!