So it’s the Sunday before finals and you look at the week approaching in your planner…. Highlighter and important dates marked haphazardly giving you a sneak peak into the chaos ahead.

Suddenly, you realize the amount of work you have to do and how little amount of time you have to do it. So of course the first logical thing to do is calculate how badly you can do on the final without lowering your grade. This can either go one of two ways....

Or...

In an attempt to tackle it all, you create a to-do list (just to procrastinate how much you have to do). Once that task is completed, you are extremely intimidated by the fact your to-do list is over 20 items long. This may result in sending some prayers to your respective deity (praying underwater like Queen Bey is optional)

Man, making that to-do list really wiped you out, time to take a nap or watch an episode of "The Office" to take your mind of the stress of finals.

You wake up feeling super refreshed (or like you slept into the next century) and decide that it's actually time to get working. In order to ease your fears, create a group text to make sure you aren’t the only one who is going to fail. Maybe you can even organize a study group in the library if you can manage to book a study room. I assume you and your squad will look something like this.... (cue "We're All In This Together" from HSM)

OK, study time. No phone, no Facebook and you begin to cram all that information into your brain. You can do it and you will look just as flawless as Bey does reading this newspaper.

Feeling semi-prepared, you realize not all hope is lost. Just like Beyoncé, you too can almost fall during the Super Bowland bounce back like a champion.

You may even get a good night’s sleep? Maybe? Sleep is essential to your success, so say nighty-night and dream of a time when finals did not consume your entire life.

You wake up the next morning, knowing today is the big day. You feel prepared but nervous, none the less. Your walk into class looks a little like this...

Channeling your inner Beyoncé, you go in there and kick some booty, and strut out of that classroom knowing you just owned that test:

But don't worry, Keep Calm and Be Yoncé.