Whether we want to accept it or not, finals week is here. Your hours seem to have become a compilation of procrastination, eating, and complaining about studying, but never actually doing it. At some point, reality smacks you in the face, and you decide studying is probably a good idea. Just in case you have no recollection of what goes on throughout the week because you're so exhausted, "The Office" does a pretty sufficient job of summing it up.
It's Thursday afternoon the week before exams. I should probably start studying, but I mean, it's whatever.
Then Saturday afternoon hits, and you realize you haven't started studying, but you have managed to watch three whole seasons of your current Netflix addiction.
You finally decide to make an appearance in the library and attempt to study, and the group next to you is whispering.
It's the night before your first exam. You're 18 hours of studying and two pints of ice cream in.
Then your friends decide to meet up and you realize you know nothing.
The exam is here. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.
And then... the grades are posted.




























