Finals week is probably the worst week in anybody's college career. Every professor seems to think that their class is the only one that matters. Final projects, studying and work takes over your life. When all you really want to do is sleep, get into the holiday spirit, party or hang out with your friends before heading off for winter break. Finals week sucks. Pretty Little Liars agrees with us.

The desire to sleep through all your classes and watch Netflix and chill all day is a lot more appealing than actually doing work. But you must study if you want to pass, so you result in 5+ cups of coffee and an all nighter.

Then you have to figure out how exactly you are going to finish your paper by tomorrow when you haven't even read the assignment yet. So you email your professor for an extension. Of course, they say no.

Then you tell them that your pet fish has died and that is why your grades are slacking. So you decide to ask if perhaps you could do some extra credit. They say no, again. But hey, A+ for trying.

Than you have to figure out what exactly to wear to your 7:30 AM presentation. So you search through your closet but you realize all you have is a mix of crop tops, leggings and hoodies.

Than you show up to your presentation with no idea what the heck is going on. So you BS your way through it in hopes that nobody notices you have no idea what you are talking about. "No questions, please."

Then you go home and realize that although your presentation is over, you still have that paper to write. You only have a few hours left to write it. So instead you listen to sad music and accept the fact you are failing out of school and have to become a stripper.

But your friends assure you that you will do fine, the paper only took them about an hour! You still have your doubts though.

But you lie to yourself, "hey you'll do fine." All you need is an 80 to get a B, right?

So then you lock yourself in your room and cry a little bit more.

Then you realize how you've actually been super stressed out all year, but now it's just ten times worse.

AND THAT'S WHEN YOU REALIZE...

But then you realize that it's your fault for leaving it all to the last minute...

And all you want is 10 hours of sleep and a batch of cookies without the stress of finals.

...and to scream at all your professors.

And then you decide that it's okay to take a break, because you deserve it. You learn you will get through it, and it will all be okay. YOU GOT THIS.