Finals week: the most anticipated and also most dreaded week of the year. Summer is in your reach, and all you have to do is take exams over everything you've learned from this semester. Fun stuff, right? Well, "Mean Girls," one of the most quotable movies of all time, will paint a picture of exam week for you:
When you're having so much fun during the semester and suddenly finals week comes outta nowhere and hits you like:
Didn't we just get back from winter break? I guess time flies when you're having fun procrastinating and ignoring your responsibilities!
When you are calculating what you need to get on a final to pass a class, and it seems impossible.
I only need to get a 105 percent on my final to get a B—alrighty then! I (don't) got this.
When your friends want to abandon their studies and go out but you can't afford to but you also don't wanna sound lame.
I can't possibly pass up going out by saying I'm studying, wouldn't that make me a nerd? (Just kidding.)
Trying to stay healthy but having to study literally 24/7 so you don't have time to make food.
Finals week is like an entire cheat week when it comes to eating healthy. Studying and greasy fast food go hand in hand.
Walking into the library and not being able to find a place to study because the whole campus is there.
Oh, sure now people want to go to the library, during finals week, not during the rest of the school year like studious students.
During finals, everyone on campus transforms into Starbucks-toting, sleep-deprived, sweatpants-clad zombies.
I love how you can just roll out of bed in your pajamas, throw your hair in the messiest bun possible, grab anything from your fridge, and trudge to your final, and no one will judge you for looking like a mess.
When studying has taken its toll on you and you have your third mental breakdown of the day.
Crying increases 10,000 percent during finals week. And it's totally fine and understandable.
When you don't have time to shower before class because you were up all night studying, so you douse yourself in perfume.
Again: no one is judging you. Except, maybe that kid who has to sit by you during the exam and is choking from the smell of your body spray.
When you get the exam and look at the first question and have no idea what is going on.
Hahahaha ... I'm so screwed.
When you hear: "You have five minutes remaining to take this test."
Five minutes left, and I have two pages of an exam to answer ... great.
Walking out of your last final, seeing that awful professor for the last time.
See you never!
