At this point, I've been studying for 14 hours straight in preparation for the hellish experience known as college finals. Thus, I lack any sort of pithy metaphor or poetically-put description to explain the experience to you. So I'm going to let my favorite coffee loving girls explain it to you instead.
When you begin looking through your notes from the beginning of the semester.
When anyone invites you to do anything other than study and cry.
When you think about all of the notes you need to read through.
Bonding with everyone in the library who is complaining about finals.
How the week usually goes.
When you realize you've been locked in a study room for 12+ hours during the weekend.
When you have to remind yourself why you need to succeed in college.
When you demand that all of your friends study with you, suffering as you have suffered.
When the professor emails out a reminder that the final is worth 30% of the final grade.
Pretty much.
This mid-cram session, 2 a.m. revelation.
Realizing that sometimes taking a break from studying to momentarily freak out can be a good thing.
Basically.
Your sarcastic response when someone asks how your first day of finals went.
After it's all over.
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