If you're reading this, you've probably survived midterms week. Or, you are the unfortunate person, like I am, that still awaits the most dreadful week of the semester. Call me crazy, but even finals week is better than midterms week, at least you don't have to go to class and do homework on top of studying for midterms. If you are in some need of comic relief (I definitely am), The Breakfast Club knows your studying struggles. They are here for you.
Even the word "midterms" make you sick to your stomach. Winging it is definitely not an option, and the "lets figure out what I have to get done this week" list makes you want to weep a little inside. Hitting up the closest Starbucks, with a double shot expresso, or taking the 20 minute power nap (which never really works), you desperately try to boost your energy level. Glossy eyes with under-eye bags - as baggy as the sweatpants you are currently wearing - are going to become your look for the next few days.
Last minute cramming becomes a must as your first midterm arrives. But, of course, the motivation to study never comes full circle. You have just begun to crack open the textbook, never been used once in the first half of the semester, and then realize that you have two classes soon. Skipping is the only option, and either this is the first class you have skipped, or its one of the many, but either way the feeling of being bad for skipping a class quickly fades away as the stress sets in.
You've completed your first midterm, but that is only one out of five. It is a long night ahead of you, and you feel a mental breakdown coming on. But you can't let it get to you, you're just too exhausted to even cry. Maybe a power nap will fix everything?
Walking out of your test alive is always the greatest thing ever. But being the first to finish the test and hand it in guarantees death stares and dagger eyes from the rest of your classmates. Yes, peers, I freaking nailed this test. Killed it. But as you walk back to your dorm, you start to question yourself. Did I actually know everything, or was I just so exhausted I did not process a single thing and only chose by process of "eenie meenie minie mo"?
Struggling to balance your time between finishing a paper that is due in a few hours but studying for a midterm that is going to count for 20 percent of your grade makes you want to stare at the wall and forget all your problems. Your stomach starts to grumble as you realize you haven't eaten substantial food for days. The dining hall is just disgusting, and you haven't got time (or money, because you spent it all on retail therapy) to buy groceries. Protein bars and cereal become a staple, but with the mental breakdown moments away and lack of chocolate around, everything begins to feel empty.
It's finally over. Time to celebrate. Forget all your problems. Eat substantial food. Put on real clothes. Be a real person again. You've survived, I think that the grades don't matter at this point (unless you did well, then round of applause for you).
