The week after Thanksgiving break is seemingly the most treacherous thing any college student has ever had to experience. It's the first long break since Columbus and it marks the closing weeks until finals and winter break. We are so close yet so far away from being free of exams and papers. It's the week before an unholy level of stress, which provides its own level of apprehension. I feel like no one can describe this weird limbo between the gluttonous American holiday and that familiar hell known as Finals Week than the expressive characters from Bob's Burgers.

Feeling of Impending Doom

Withdrawals from homemade food, which includes vivid hallucinations when you remember all the food you consumed during that 5-day vacation.

Feeling of sadness is at such an intense level that you pray to whatever deity that you believe in

The lack of motivation to finish assignments and read books for a class has never reached a higher point until that first Monday back.

So you just stare up at your ceiling wondering what kind of fresh hell that Monday is.

This sense of hatred for your professors roots itself inside of you.

It's nothing personal and it's not permanent. We as students understand that work has to be done and that you're only doing your job for making us learn the material, but, just know that until we receive our final grades, you are not our favorite person.

And, to be honest, professors most likely feel the same way towards students.

Especially because the majority of our classmates (and even us) are going to beg for extensions for a paper we knew about at the beginning of the semester, refuse to read any of the material assigned, and maybe not show up to class at all leaving us to annoy them about missed notes in class. This hatred thing is kind of a two-way street.

But you're a little happy Thanksgiving is over because now it is officially an appropriate time to start listening to Christmas music.

Even though this week seems to be thought up by the Devil himself, it signifies that the fall semester is nearly over. We are one week closer to cozying up in our beds, eating food our mom made for us. So yes, this week will drag and make you feel as if the semester will never end, but I promise you that you are nearly finished.

And to help you with your week, I have graciously found Tina dancing. You're welcome.