My god, will it ever end? Is it really going to end?

It’s crunch time folks. For some of us it's already real — the work is piled above our heads and we're just trying to swim through it. For others of us, we’re anxiously waiting for our death to approach. When it hits, it will hit hard and all at once, with so little time to manage it all.

The spring semester is always the hardest, from start to finish. With first coming back from not a long enough break, trying to get back into the swing of things can take a few weeks. The weather isn’t the greatest for the majority of the semester either, but of course when it comes time to buckle down, it starts to get much nicer out.

Spring blossoms out the spring in your step and you don’t want to do anything but enjoy and appreciate the nature that’s given to you. And no one can blame you for it, except your parents of course when they see the grade you got, and maybe even you too.

It’s around this time when the Facebook posts start to come in: “I’m Dying.” “Halppp.” “I’m Giving Up.” I try to swing by and encourage my fellow peers with: “It’s almost over.” “Hang in there.” and “Summer’s around the corner.” But it’s hard even for me to say sometimes, when I know I’m crumbling to pieces as well.

It’s something about Finals that makes you lose all sense of normal interaction and awareness. You can walk right past your friend that you say hi to every day. You can plan to pile your day up with work but you won’t even know what day it is. Sometimes you even forget what the work is. Occasionally you’ll take a glance into a mirror to realize you have been wearing the same clothes for three days straight and that makes you realize that you haven’t taken a shower since then either. When you proceed to wash your hair you notice a couple grey strands, but wait, when was the last time you ate?

This gets to all of us. The honor kids, and the slackers. We could all come together and share this pain. It is times like these where we need each other, to bring each other up. In our rubble we can rise and grow into our favorite flower that reminds us of summer. When your head is buried too deep into your book, take a second to look up and you just might find a new relationship blossom from this experience. The person who is sitting across from you in the library, their eyes bloodshot and staring into the same art history book you are looking at. The lab monitor who does all they can to help you with your print. I promise you that there are lessons to be learned within the lessons you are learning.

Finals may be your mother in law coming over for dinner. And Stress may be the tuna casserole she has brought over and unfortunately you have no other choice but to take a few bites of it. But remember, soon she will leave. And you will be able to have the satisfaction of throwing the rest of it out.