Everyone comes back for the second semester, after the new year has begun, full of resolutions and optimism for the upcoming year. Because it is a new semester, we are full of excitement and maybe a little more motivation than usual.

Before you know it, you get tired again. Everything builds up and slowly becomes a struggle, and you can't wait until you can finally get in bed.

Finishing every little assignment feels like a mini victory. There are only so many between you and finally getting to go home for the summer.

You don't go to the library during finals week if you actually want to get any real studying done. Everyone is there which means a multitude of distractions.

Stress eating becomes you're greatest coping mechanism.

*Actual representation of driving back to campus after drowning my sorrows in Chick-fil-A sauce*

Eventually the end is in sight, and you are finally almost ready to go home. But wait, that means saying goodbye to your best friends.

Then comes finals week......

And finally, the week comes to an end and you have survived another semester.

And you're free to relax at home (until you're scheduled to work next).