Picture this:

You awake to the sound of your alarm blaring in your ear. You smack the offending object, hoping if you hit it hard enough time will rewind and you'll be able to sleep more. Once you realize your dream is not becoming reality, you sit up groggily. You wonder where the time went since you went to sleep the night before, but wait.... you had been up all night and only got an hour of sleep, if that.

You throw on your sweats and hoodie, grab your stuff and go... not bothering to handle the obscenity that is your hair. You feel like you've been stuck in a never ending week... but oh yeah, it's only Tuesday.

Why on earth would your life be like this? One word:

Midterms

It's that part of the semester where everything seems to come down on you at once. Fall break is just around the corner, but you got a disturbing amount of homework and studying to handle before you can even think of a vacation.

You're stressed. You're exhausted. You can't remember the last time you had a decent meal or even a nice shower. You'd try to figure out how it came to this, but you don't have time to think about that.

You have four tests, three presentations, a quiz, and more homework that humanly possible. How could professors not understand that this week is not the week to give you every assignment they could think of? Sorry, don't have time to answer that either.

Every time you get something done, you have the next thing looming over you. No time to celebrate, no time to feel relieved, no time to function like a proper human being.

So, when someone not going through the hell that is this week asks you how you are... it's reasonable to get a little unpleasant.

It's Midterm week... May the odds be ever in your favor.