1. The Contemplation stage:

You have never been comfier in your entire life. You are positively having the single greatest night of sleep you have had in years when your alarm goes off. You don’t know if you should (or can) get up and you’re silently counting in your head how many absences you have except you’re not really counting because your brain isn’t on yet.

2.The Acceptance Stage:

This is a very hard thing to come to. You’ve been laying in bed staring at your ceiling in the exact same position for quite some time now. Eventually though you start to think about how hard you actually worked to get to your university and all of the things your mom would say to you if she knew you were thinking about skipping class, so you get your lazy butt up and start slowly getting ready.

3. The Rushing Stage:

It’s a slow realization when you finally come out of the bathroom and check the time on your phone only to discover that you spent twenty minutes in there only to be half ready… okay a quarter. You sprint around your room trying to find something clean to wear and two of the same sneakers. You can only hope your t-shirt isn’t on backwards or inside out as you rush out the door with your coffee threatening to scald your skin at any second due to your spastic movements.

4. The IDGAF Stage:

You’re practically hyperventilating by the time you get in your car to drive to campus when you realize that there’s just no way you’re going to make it on time, and then that you don’t actually really care that much.At least you are showing up today! At most you’ll miss your professor giving his unnecessary ‘week ahead’ speech which you don’t need to hear because you’ll be there for all of that anyway…. hopefully.

5. The Reminiscent stage:

As you finally get to class and look over at the girl who sits beside you’s book, you turn to the correct page and settle in your 100 year old plastic seat. You half listen to the professor as he’s reading out the first paragraph, and as you’re scanning the page you realize you haven’t actually read any of it.Why do you need to know what happens to MacBeth anyway? Is anyone ever going to ask you that in an interview? Your mind then drifts off to the more pleasant times spent in a classroom. The days when the big assignment was finger painting and nap time was a necessity.You can still feel the salt on your fingers as you ate your goldfish around the circular table in the middle of the room and- you get called on by your professor.

Hold up- what was the question? Who wrote this play again?