Ah. The end of the semester. Only a couple more weeks until we can leave the dorms and head home for a much-needed summer vacation.

Except there's the fact that the last weeks of the semester are literally hell. On. Earth.

Five to six weeks out

You're confident. You've been doing well since the beginning, so you're not too freaked out yet. You and your friends are still just chillin', thinking that you're 100-percent safe, eatin' chocolate in your dorm like it's nothing. You have literally NO idea of the danger that is quickly approaching.

Four weeks out

You encounter your first of many deadlines. You were not prepared for how quickly it snuck up on you, but here it is. Your professor reminds you that you of those last assignments: a final paper of 200 pages, Homework Assignment number 64,758, and the cure for cancer . . .

Three weeks out

You're starting to sweat now. You thought you were in good shape for the last stretch, but you're not. Everything is coming at you and you just don't have the time. You're working all day to try to improve, but procrastination has officially bit you in the ass.

Two weeks out

The cramming has begun. Your and your friends are eating Doritos and eggs at 3 a.m., and you don't know why. Your friends are starting to go insane -- you try to do everything you can, but your grades have to come first. It has become every man/woman for himself/herself. Everyone is trying to figure out how to get out alive.

One week out

The time has come. This is the final battle. You've done all you can do and you eventually give up. There is nothing more that could improve your situation, and brooding over that fact will only make things worse. So you walk into that classroom, prepared for the worst and hoping for the best.

Summer = #PeaceOut

You've tossed everything into a recycling bin. You're finally finished! You never expected it would be that hard, and you're so relieved to be done . . . only to remember that it will all happen again in a few short months . . .