Finals week is quickly approaching... and you're not totally mentally prepared for it. You dread this week of each semester because it's guaranteed to drive you crazy. This is the week you wonder why you're still in college and whether it is all really worth it at the end. You consider dropping out, but for some reason choose to struggle through. You try to make yourself forget that finals week is so close, but when you remember you're like:
And then you attempt to get all your class notes organized, so you can be fully prepared. You start to figure out what exactly you should study, but in reality you're like:
Then your friends tell you that it will be OK, and that if you study and prepare you will do fine. Inside you feel overwhelmingly emotional, and sit at the library until 2:00 a.m. like:
Until your mom calls you and tells you not to worry, and that you have done well in the past, and are sure to do well now too. Now you're like:
But you have that one friend that lives in the library during finals week and makes you feel guilty for not studying more. You avoid studying with them, but when they sit down next to you and brag about how prepared they are you're like:
And you sit there, trying to attempt to understand material you should have understood long ago. Nothing on the pages make sense, and you again wonder why you are still in college. You begin to feel that familiar feeling of hopelessness:
And when you finally take your first final, and you feel somewhat prepared, you are proud of the time you spent in the library, no matter how painful it was. You walk out of the classroom feeling unstoppable.
When you and your best friend have the same class together and both ace the test you're both like:
But you know you have more studying to do for all of the rest of the tests you have crammed into one week. You decide to just wing the last final, because one can only do so much studying. Your mom calls and asks you how you think you did on your last final, and you're like:
But after it's all over, you rejoice in the fact that it's the end of the semester, and that next semester is a fresh, new start. Fifteen more weeks until you have to endeavor the next round of finals week, and until then you're like:
