You wake up in the morning and remember what it feels like to be up before the sun.

As you head out the door for class, you feel like a warrior, preparing for battle.

Of course the bus in full of ridiculously good looking boys...

But then you remember that it is Monday morning, and your appearance shows it.

Your professor begins class by talking about the big paper due next class. The one you were supposed to start this weekend but didn't. Inside you feel like this.

but on the outside you keep it cool.

All the annoying people with nothing significant to contribute to the class seem to feel the need to make their voice heard today.

You leave class in a mood like this...

and when you come home to food, you look like this...

After finishing one assignment quickly, you consider yourself a genius.

Then you try to work on something else and suddenly you have forgotten how to do anything productive.

So you end up spending an hour or two just looking at pictures of small animals.

You try working out to at least be productive in some area of your life.

But when you get home, it is suddenly too late to get all of your homework done. You just want it to be the weekend again.

After a few moments of deliberation, you decide to completely give up and go to bed.

Maybe Tuesday will be better.