Nick Miller, the often confused, sarcastic and always amusing character from "New Girl." Though I am not a 30-something-year-old bartender living in L.A., somehow I feel very connected (and attracted) to Nick all the time. He is the perfect person to effectively represent our feelings during finals week.
Sunday night, 12 hours before your first final:
You have been studying since last night—maybe nonstop—and you can't see the end in sight. You are surrounded by flashcards, a pizza box and you feel hopeless.
Monday morning, one minute into your first exam:
You just received your exam and wrote your name down. Suddenly, you don't understand any of the words on the page and absolutely nothing makes sense. You then convince yourself that you don't know how to read because that seems like the most logical answer.
Monday night, one hour into studying for your next exam:
You can't seem to catch a break. You just took an exam, now you have to keep studying? That's rude and you can't help yourself but start screaming.
Tuesday, four minutes into your next exam:
You studied all last night and you can practically see those answers from that study guide that you burned into your brain. You're feeling confident, you can do this.
Essentially all of Tuesday night:
You've been studying for days and it's not even hump day yet. You question why you are even in college and if all of it is worth it. Dropping out sounds like a great option.
Wednesday morning, before your next exam:
When you emerge from your bedroom and your roommate sees you in all of your up-all-night studying glory. You aren't doing too great and their worrisome glances make you defensive of your appearance.
Thursday morning, around 2 am:
The same roommate who was concerned about you this morning pops into your room before they head to bed. They are even more concerned about you now, but you have work to do and sleep is for the weak.
Thursday, during your second to last exam:
Maybe all of those hours you spent studying actually did something. You actually know more than one answer, it's a miracle.
Thursday, around 8 p.m.:
Making your way to your bedroom after convincing yourself that getting a good nights rest must be better than staying up for the four nights in a row to study. Before you convince yourself otherwise, you say goodnight to the world.
Friday afternoon, five seconds after your last final:
When you just took your final final and need a drink in your hand as soon as possible. You don't care what kind of alcohol it is, as long as I'm drunk before the sun sets.
Friday night, three hours after your last final:
When you're buzzed (or plastered, I don't know everybody's alcohol tolerances) and you give yourself a 30-second stare down in the mirror before laughing and rejoicing in the fact that finals are over.
Early Saturday morning, five hours after last exam:
You're still drunk and so excited to be home. You're getting ready for bed and hopefully hydrating enough to not wake up SUPER hung over. And right before bed, you stop to do a little happy dance. Now, go to bed because you have a lot of packing to do in the morning.
