Finals week: to some it may be known as hell week.
For those of you innocent souls who have never experienced a horrific event such as this, let me describe it to you. This is a dreadful week where in the time leading up to it a horrible stain of regret sets in along with stress and the feeling of impending doom. During this week, everyone just happens to get strep throat and pneumonia because they neglect taking care of their bodies over getting a good GPA and mental sanity is basically thrown out the window. After this week of doom, disease, and failure, everyone tries their very best to push past the horrid memories of late nights and an overdose of coffee running through their veins instead of blood. But they know that all their relatives are going to ask "How is school going?" over Christmas dinner, and at this point it will all come rushing back but with it a sense of accomplishment and pride knowing that no matter what the grade, you never have to set foot in those classes again.
Doesn't it just sound dandy?