After five long, hard weekdays, you've finally made it. It wasn't always clear that you would get to this point, but despite the odds, you've reached your destination. You powered through some Herculean tasks, and did the almost impossible. That's right, friends, you've made it to the weekend (#bless). It seems like all of Rice had a hell week last week, is having one this week, or both. Most of campus is strung out, unaided by the overabundance of pollen (and allergies) in the air. But, for now, we've made it to Saturday. Sweet, sweet Saturday, a day for sleeping in, hanging out, and maybe getting some stuff done at a chill pace — or so you thought, on Friday afternoon before you looked at your calendar.

As you may have noticed, I really love "New Girl," and "New Girl" GIFs. So, Winston Bishop and I are here to sum up how it feels when you realize that you have to get up and do things, and, you know, be a real, contributing member of society on Saturday.

When you get out of class on Friday, hell week behind you and the weekend before you:

You feel free as a bird, and look forward to alternating between Netflix and sleep for the next 12 to 16 hours.

When you look at your calendar and realize you have to be somewhere at 8:40 a.m. Saturday morning, and die inside just a little bit:

Now things are standing between you and sweet, sweet sleep, and you are not. Here. For. It.

When you're trying to work, and your roommates decide to start spamming your group text with Saturday night plans and talk about cute boys:

Even though you would love nothing more than to talk about cute boys with them (insert crying emoji)

When some of your work actually gets finished on time:

A rare occurrence that definitely calls for celebration.

When, instead of riding the productivity wave, your brain decides it time to check out:

Anyone downfor a procrastination break?

When you look at your to-do list, which has somehow gotten longer as the day goes on, and question the universe:

Is it too much to ask to have a chill, fun Saturday once in a while?

When you realize you'll have to get up and do even more work on Sunday:

It's OK, pal, let it out. We've all been there.

When you decide you don't care, and that you're going to have fun with your friends tonight because the work will still be there in the morning:

You have only so many Saturday nights, right?

When you put on *real* clothes in anticipation of *social activity*:

Sometimes it's nice to wear things that actually, you know, fit, and have a style, and remind yourself and the world how good-looking you are.

When your friends talk about the guys they want to set each other up with, and you realize that what you have waiting for you after a night out is not a cute boy but your never-ending to-do list:

And you've resigned yourself to your fate (at least for now).

Sometimes, the weekend feels no different from the weekdays. It is what it is, and what it is is unavoidable. Whatever you chose to do with your Saturday, or whatever you had to do, here's hoping it went well, and you got to cross things off your list. But, there's no harm in working all day and letting yourself have some fun at night. After all, the work will be there when you get back. Your friends (and your sanity) will thank you for taking a break. May you make it to next weekend, and may the rest of your weekends this semester be memorable.