Picture this: it's the week before Thanksgiving. You have three papers due in three days. You only started one. You have four exams in four days. You know you'll fail three. Morale is low, tensions are high and everyone is ready to scream. And then, you remember: Thanksgiving is this week! Will you get through this last week? Only time will tell.
You don't think you'll be able to get through another Sodexo meal.
You've stopped caring what people think of your opinion in class anymore.
And you really, really want to scream at the kid in the library talking way too loud.
You have to convince yourself you can get through it.
You've lost your ability to find your chill.
Your friends are already home but you still have three more classes and they're sending you pictures of them together.
You don't have any motivation to save your money anymore.
Everything taught during class goes in one ear and out the other.
You and your roommate are causing a ruckus wherever you go.
Thinking about your pets during class makes you want to die.
Your squad is slowly all going down with you.
You stare at a blank word document for hours before starting.
You want to slap the person in your class that thinks they know everything.
Facetime calls with your mom look like:
All nighters in the library are slowly but surely killing you.
You left your papers for the absolute last minute and now you hate yourself.
