So you’ve been cruising through the semester and everything is fine and then reality sinks in: It’s Finals Week. Here is the daily lead up to this glorious week.
It starts out okay. You’re trying to play it cool. You go into the week telling yourself that you are going to ace every exam and consequently, will become extremely successful in every aspect of your life.
But then you find out that on the one day you were sick the entire semester, your professor told everyone that the exam will be cumulative.
After you and your no-show-study-session friend made a pact to cram together, you find her in her dorm room bingeing on chocolate and Netflix.
Exasperated and disheartened, you decide to chill and take a short nap. 25 minutes later your friends shake you awake, demanding that you accompany them to the library.
After you’ve been camped out in the library for nearly seven hours, a classmate walks by and reminds you that there is a two-hour review session in 10 minutes.
At midnight on Sunday, you convince yourself to give up and just wing it. What’s the worst that can happen right? Then your friends point out that if you stop studying, you will likely fail.
Around 3:00 A.M., you turn on the water works start to
question why you came to college in the first place. Surely there are better things in life than
studying until you’re having a mental breakdown in the library.
Finally, sleep deprived and disheveled; you finish your last exam. Now all you want is to forget this terrible week ever happened.
