Second semester is tough. Somehow you are expected to get through another four months of school in a motivated and efficient fashion. It is somehow still snowing in April, and thoughts of warm weather seem like a dream that will never come true. Of course, there are those few sunny days when you convince yourself life is good, that the sun is out and friends are cool, and second semester doesn't seem so tough anymore. But at the same time...

Somehow you are always sick. There is literally no medication that can help and somehow you have been coughing for the past three months with no end in sight. This means you just milk every headache and lay in bed dramatically planning your funeral.

You give yourself lots of "me days" because you have been working hard in school all year, and it's just getting old. Of course you justify the "me day" by reminding everyone that you were super productive last week and you had, like, two exams in the past month.

Everyone is sick of going out or is too poor to be fun, and you start to get really bothered by the lack of adventures on your Snapchat story.

In order to motivate them, you pull out some really serious life quotes. Not only does this get your squad to be fun and play games with you, but also it shatters their world and makes them question their whole life. Not to mention, college is really the only time you can be selfish like this, so you remind yourself to stop and enjoy being dumb on a daily basis.

You have been doing the same four things all year, so you try to shake things up and go to museums or plays, but you end up just staring off into space thinking about napping. After branching out once, you pretty much vow to never try anything new because the way you've been living is much better than being interesting.

On one of those rare nice days, you go to a baseball game with friends and pretend it's summer. This probably means skipping class, but let's be honest, it's second semester, and you do that a lot already.

When the weather is downright disgusting, you look out the window and wonder why you haven't received multiple emails from your professors explaining that class is cancelled until further notice.

On those "me days," you end up just walking around your house singing in your pajamas and eating pizza, but somehow it seems like a really fun and important day.

You have used every excuse for skipping class at this point that your teachers are starting to think you might actually be seriously ill. This of course brings a little guilt, but not enough to get out of bed and attend class.

Cheers to you, second semester. You don't have football games or tailgates, but you have spring break, so we can't hate you too much.