We all know the stress. The panic when you find out when it is, the all night cram session with your friends, it’s all terrible.

First, your professor announces that there is a test next week.

Then you realize you know literally none of the material.

And your professor just looks at you like…

So you smile through the tears, and head to the library for a good, long study session.

Then you get loopy after studying for a solid 6 hours.

Eventually, it’s 4 a.m. You’ve had six cups of coffee, you’re past the point of exhaustion, and you’ve accepted the fact that you are probably going to fail.

So, you go to bed, and wake up the next morning ready to face defeat.

Then, you get out of the test knowing that you’ve just bombed it. Your friends ask you how it went and you’re like…

But you check your grade the next morning, and see that you got a B.

You can’t believe it, and you’re pretty sure this is a gift from the heavens, but you act like you knew you had it all along.