“People are particularly stupid today. I can’t talk to anymore of them.” -Michel Girard

This is how it starts. You feel stressed about that one test or project or paper and all of a sudden all the happy, non-stressed people in the world seem incredibly naive and annoying.

“I can be flexible. As long as everything is exactly the way I want it. I’m totally flexible.” -Lorelai Gilmore

Okay, so now you need a plan. And the plan must be followed exactly the way you made it or all hell will break loose and nothing will get turned in on time. Truly, it’s crucial.

“A little nervous breakdown can really do wonders for a girl.” -Rory Gilmore

The plan is too much. The work is too much. So you skip class and take a nap and all of a sudden you’re a whole new person.

“Don’t look around. Stare straight ahead. No more talking to people ever.” -Lorelai Gilmore

There’s no time for social interaction. Your friends want to hang out during lunch and you tell them as long as you can simultaneously do some research on your phone. There’s no being present. It’s all school from here on out.

“Who cares if I’m pretty if I fail my finals?” -Rory Gilmore

Ah, finals week (or midterm week). When the entire student body breaks down into complete and utter chaos. Twitter is blowing up, sweatpants make a comeback, and the library is absolutely full even at one a.m. At least you’re not alone in your stress.

“One day I decided that instead of being hurt by your disapproval, I’m gonna be amused.” -Lorelai Gilmore

This is to the one professor whose voice is in the back of your mind, criticizing everything you do. When you’re trying your best and you know it won’t be enough. I CHOSE TO BE AMUSED. YOU CAN’T BREAK ME. No you can. I’m scared of you.

“I’m going insane. If you don’t help me, I’ll take you with me.” -Emily Gilmore

It’s officially too much. You can’t do the paper and the project and study and be a human all at the same time. So you call your bestfriend or boyfriend or mom and exude all your stress, hoping they will take some on for you.

“I can’t. I have to study.” -Rory Gilmore

There goes all your plans. Somehow your friends seem to have time to breathe even though you can’t remember the last time you had a meal without your laptop being open next to you. No, I can’t go to happy hour. I HAVE TO STUDY.

“My brain is a wild jungle full of scary gibberish.” -Lorelai Gilmore

Now you’ve descended into complete and utter disillusionment. Crazy is upon you. Embrace it. There’s no turning back. College has eaten you alive.