Well everyone, our favorite semi-annual event has returned yet again: finals week, a time of endless tears, days of studying, piles of books and papers that we told ourselves we'd read throughout the year and did not, and the occasional mental breakdown. But, there is a light at the end of the tunnel motivating us to power through, because in two weeks we will be soaking up the sun and relaxing for three months. The only thing standing between us and summer vacation are the dreadful final exams, but to help alleviate some stress during this week, here are some times our favorite Villanova Men's Basketball team have perfectly depicted how we all feel during finals week.

When you walk into the library to start studying, feeling pretty confident about life.

But then you actually open your books, realize you don't really know anything, and regret not paying attention in more of your classes.

When you recheck your syllabus and learn that your final is actually cumulative.

You come to the conclusion the next three days are going to contain a lot of cramming and little to no sleep, kickstarting the panic.

Commence the endless cups of coffee and all nighters in the library.

You sit on your computer and decide that it's a good idea to take a quick break to check all of your social media.

Suddenly, it's three hours later and you've gotten nothing done, giving you the first of many panic attacks.

You confidently fill out a study guide but get every answer wrong -- your professor is secretly out to get you.

You finally get a question right; you feel like you are just about mastering life.

You realize this won't last.

You still have almost everything to learn, and your friend has to help calm you down before you completely lose it in the middle of the library.

That same friend tries to distract you.

But you're not having any of it, and are not afraid to hold back from saying so.

You take a minute to sit back and realize that you haven't eaten anything all day, so suddenly everything looks appetizing.

You've been studying for hours and still feel like you don't understand what you're doing.

You just need someone to comfort and reassure you that everything is going to be OK.

You finally leave the library after a long day of studying.

Your soul is dead, but you try your best to fake it.

When you and your squad say a quick prayer for your well-being, sanity and grades before going into your first exams.

You walk into the classroom knowing you're going to fail, and try any last minute attempts to sweet-talk your professor.

You look at the first question on your exam and actually know the answer, making you think you've simply been overreacting.

Then you look at the next five questions and they are all impossible.

You give your professor the look that says, "I thought you were different than the others."

You cross off your exams one by one, becoming less stressed as the week continues.

Finally, when you hand in your last exam and you are free.

Summer is finally here, and you and your squad walk out of your last finals feeling like you're on top of the world. You realize you made it through the worst week of college -- you survived. It's over.

We are all going to make it through this together. We got this.