For those of us in college, each week is a struggle. Sometimes it feels as though the weekend will never come. What even is Friday? Sunday Funday? What if Sunday never comes?! And suddenly, just when we got used to have a few days of relaxation, it's over. The weekend is as short as that pint of ice cream in your hand. You take one bite and suddenly you're staring into the empty heart of Ben and Jerry wondering where you went wrong.

Monday hits as hard as it possibly can as if it were a professor taking out its middle-aged angst on us poor students just because it can. So let's just be honest here because we all know how hard a week in college can be.

First of all, waking up on Monday is hard.

And then people expect so much of you. Don't they know how dysfunctional you are already?

And then those people ask you if you're sick or something because you neglect to wear makeup ...

And why do they expect you to stop wearing sweatpants? It's like they don't know the struggle of putting on jeans every morning.

And then you finally get to class, and your friend asks if you've completed the homework assignment ...

And then you have classes back to back through lunch, and you leave that last class like ...

And at the end of Monday, someone asks you if you're okay.

And then it's Tuesday, and you have to do it all over again.

And then your professor calls on you to answer a discussion question, but you forgot to do the reading, and you just have to wing it.

AND THEN the professor goes, "Eight-page paper due next class," drops the mic, and just walks away as if he didn't just ruin your week.

And you try to talk to the professor after class (because there's no way you can do that paper) like they ask you to at the beginning of the semester, because they claim to be so helpful and give extensions, but instead they have zero pity for you.

And then you go home to your roommate and just ...

But you power on, and you work on that paper, and you sit in the library until closing time, trying to be a good student and not give your parents more reason to complain.

Then for some reason you still can't sleep and thus ensues the 2 a.m. pre-quarter life crisis.

Much crisis. Much stress.

And suddenly, it's Wednesday, and you forgot about your midterm, and you just sit in your desk like ...

And you walk out of the exam, and your classmate asks how you think you did.

And you vent about how hard school and life is to your friends, and all they can do is ...

Because school is just as hard for them (even if it doesn't seem like it, and you really don't care about their stress).

BUT eventually, Friday does come.

And you finally get some time to just be a kid.

And you don't have to stress about your homework for at least another day!

And your friends ask you to hang out, and you agree, but then you take way too long to get ready and you just ...

And you finally see your friends after a long week of stress and sweatpants and self-loathing, and it's as if it was all worth it.

Because no matter how much we complain about our days in college, they really are the best years of our lives.

So enjoy it because, day after day, things may seem hard or like you'll never get through it, but you will.

In a world full of Mondays, there're at least as many Fridays. So hang in there. Life may be the longest thing we ever do, but it really flies by.