With only a few weeks of school left it's time to start wrapping up the semester and getting things together for summer. But before summer comes we have to survive finals week. The end of the semester really test patience, friendships, and wits; much like "The Office" and the antics of Michael Scott. The worst part of the stress of college is realizing that stress will still exist in the real world. See how the workers of "The Office" would deal with finals week and semester endings.
When you get together with your group for a group project, and ultimately do it all yourself:
There is nothing better than a professor assigning group work. Nothing. Better. (literally anything is better). The group always seems to have no idea what is going on and if they do know what's going on, they don't care enough to really try. If your group got an A, that means really just you got an A.
Everyone in the library:
People who talk for at normal speaking volumes in the library. People who get a study room but sit in there alone. People who play video lectures from their computer without headphones. Just everyone in the library. Everyone.
When you give your final presentation for a class that counts for 400 percent of your grade:
Honestly, there is just no way to be successful when your entire grade rides on one assignment. Tbh, I would get up for my presentation and forget everything and just say "powerpoint. powerpoint. powerpoint."
Your appearance:
HAHAHA. By the end of the semester you just don't even try anymore. I'm not sure the last time I put on makeup. I'm not sure the last time I even bought makeup. Did my hair? I'm doing good if I wash it every three days. I can't believe my friends even recognize me at this point.
Sleep schedule:
I am a law student. I have gone to bed at 4 a.m. three nights a week since January. So needless to say, finals week will be my death. No rest for the weary!
Every day is miserable:
By the time one final is over, another is around the corner. Every day sucks until it's finally over.
Meeting with your tutor/professor:
You have a Ph.D., I have one-third of an undergrad, I have no idea what you are saying. Please break it down. Again.
After your last test:
Finally, FREEDOM! All your hard work paid off (maybe). There is nothing like that the first taste of summer to get the bitter test of school out of your mouth.
By the end of the semester, you're just kinda over everything. Your friends annoy you more, you don't even remember your professors name, and you have no idea where the class syllabus is. The stress of the semester can really build up.
Enjoy your 20s, and work hard this semester so you can play hard this summer!
