Hello there, finals. I have been dreading meeting you again since the last time you caused me dangerously high amounts of stress. It is time for you to ruin my life for two weeks again. You will drain me in every way possible. I will be more tired than usual. My brain will be mushy. You will put me in a bad mood that is so bad, extreme amounts of caffeine and comfort food will not even begin to fix it.

You will take me away from absolutely any part of my life that could be somewhat enjoyable... and yes, that includes binge watching Netflix as an enjoyable way of procrastinating. And while I will have plenty of stress weighing me down, I know my Netflix friends - you know all of the ones from "One Tree Hill" -- would totally relate. So why not watch a few episodes (or all nine seasons again) before I start cramming?

When you realize how close you are to finals (and potential failure):

So you spend potential (and very, very needed) study time calculating the lowest possible grade you could make on your final and still pass the class, probably cry a little, go beg your professor for extra credit and get (more than likely) turned down:

Didn't that professor say that they were "there to help you succeed" at the beginning of the semester? Yeah... Thanks for nothing.

After you have rationally decided that your extra credit-denying professor hates you and is actually set on ruining your life, you call your mom to rant, and she tells you that you are being over-dramatic and will survive "a few more tests." Excuse me?

When your (soon to be ex-) BFF assures to you that a final is pretty easy, so you relax, and then the final physically turns your brain into mush:

After you have already consumed extremely unsafe amounts of caffeine, deprived yourself of sleep for days, and still have finals to take:

When you finish all of your finals and sleep-drive home to your bed:

And then you wake up from your post-finals hibernation three days later:

Eventually, you escape post-finals hibernation fog and realize you have survived (yet another) finals week, and that is most definitely a reason to celebrate:

And since post-finals happiness (and other post-finals activities) eventually take over most of your free time, you forget that your professors actually have to post your final grades (and that failure is actually a possibility):

But then, at the last possible moment before the deadline, your professors post your grades and... YOU PASS. Take that, finals.

See you on the flip side, finals.