You sit down a week before finals with all intentions of following your extensive study plan. Feeling good.

Five minutes of studying goes by.

You think you are sly by calculating the lowest possible grade you need to get in order to pass the course.

But then you actually check your grades on Canvas.

And you realize you need a 127% on the final in order to get an A in the class.

Time to get down to business and start studying. Bring on the caffeine.

But, like, this is how you really feel.

You go to your teacher's office hours to ask a question about the study guide and she points you to a textbook.

Disappointed, you meander away from the professor's office as you give her one last stank eye.

You sit in the library and review concepts you've never heard of before.

There is that one classmate who sends you their 15-page study guide.

Time for a 3 a.m. study snack. Did someone say cheesy bread?

Food first, grades second. Always.

Your mom calls and tells you she is worried about your lack of sleep and poor studying habits.

It's Friday night and you are studying when you should be doing this.

Relevant skills: misspelling words and cracking under pressure.

You take a well-deserved study break after a solid 15 minutes of studying. Give me Spotify, or give me death.

You realize that the end result of all this is going to be horribly disappointing.

Really? The blue french horn again? #foreversalty.

That feeling of triumph occurs when you are done. Naturally, it is followed by celebrating with your best friends.