It's that time of the semester: when all your exams start falling on the same week, your homework starts piling up, and the reality sets in that you're slowly dying. Okay, maybe not dying, but it sure feels that way. When every minute of your day is overscheduled and you barely have time to eat or breathe, but all you wanna do is take a nap and forget how to adult. I don't think anyone says it better than the cast of Stranger Things showing just how we really feel about how our semester is going:

When your professors say good morning.

Looking at your day planner or calendar.

Even the smallest things get you excited and/or distracted from your pile of work.

Studying with your friends and realizing you're all screwed.

Walking into the exam you crammed all night for.

Deciding to go out during the week even though you shouldn't.

Waking up in the middle of the night thinking you overslept or missed a deadline.

Stress eating.

When your friends try to talk you off the ledge of a nervous breakdown.

Checking your grades on blackboard.

But when all else fails, chug.