When you come back from Thanksgiving break with an organized “I can do this!” mentality.

But then you look over your syllabus.

And you just can't bare the thought.

So you ask the person next to you in the library to watch your stuff while you run to the restroom - aka breakdown, clear your thoughts, etc.

And you have a sudden, hopeful thought that maybe your professor just decided to call off your final, so you check your email.

But... he didn't.

So you run to Starbucks because studying can not exist without coffee.

Then, you actually get to the studying part.

Thoughts towards the professor as you read the first question, and it is a foreign language:

And then there is that one person who finishes in fifteen minutes because they actually know every single. answer.

And when you finally finish and walk your test up to the front, you are overwhelmed with a huge smile, and you are not sure if it is because you are trying to convince your professor you did good, fight the tears, or because you are officially done with the course.