So your professor thinks it is a great idea to assign a ridiculous paper at an inconvenient time. Like you don't have a thousand other things to do for all of your other classes.

With this work overload, you try to get some sympathy out of your parents but they show little empathy.

So after wallowing in self pity, you decide to suck it up and just begin your work.

Not even five minutes into the paper, and you find yourself already taking a break.

You begin to procrastinate with the captivating world on social media.

But, you still aren't ready to finish that paper. Now you have reached the point where you are really desperate and will do anything to avoid work.

You finally get back to writing the paper. You decide to review the directions again and notice that main topic of the paper is in the text book that you never bought for the class.

After organizing your thoughts, you actually begin to write the paper, but you are struggling to find just the right words to use.

Half of the information you are expected to write about, you have no idea what it means.

But you do remember all the grammar that you learned, and you apply that in your writing.

However, the deeper you get into the paper, the harder it is to keep up the motivation.

Since you have been glued to the computer the whole night, the battery finally dies on you and all your hard work is gone.

But somewhere out there, the magical paper writing gods have your back, and the paper pops right back up on your desktop.

Now it is time to tie it all together with a killer conclusion, but your mind has officially turned to mush and nothing seems to come out.

So after attempting an all-nighter, you decide to give yourself a little reward by catching some Zs for a couple hours, but it ends up that those couple of hours made everything worse, and now you are more tired and have no interest in waking up.

You find the strength to pull yourself out of bed, and it's time for the finishing touches on your paper. You realize the paper isn't the required length but not to worry, you remember that you didn't double space it yet, and then you suddenly reach the page length.

You are about to print the paper, and formatting is being difficult. Margins somehow got moved, and pictures and graphs aren't lining up. You find yourself actually yelling at the computer.

It is almost time for class, and you surprised yourself because you realize you can do it!

Then you remember that through this whole process you have forgotten to eat anything, and now you're starving.

Ignoring the terrifying sounds coming from your famished stomach, you head to class with your paper and you start to brainstorm different ways to bribe your professor into giving you a good grade.

Then you realize you don't even have enough money for yourself, so by no means are you going to offer it to the professor who assigned this terrible assignment in the first place. So instead, you decide to accept your fate and hand in the paper as is.

You arrive to class, and you look around to see that everyone else is also sleep deprived and frustrated.

But there is always that one kid in class that went over and beyond the requirements just to show off.

You walk up to the professor and hand him your paper and give him one of these looks.

And you pray that the professor doesn't assign another paper anytime soon.

But you remember that it's done and over with, and you don't have to stress anymore.

When it is finally time to leave class, you couldn't be happier.

You just don't want to see what grade you get next week when the papers get handed back.