With the tease that is Thanksgiving break coming to an abrupt end and semester finals quickly approaching, we as college students are left bloated from shoving turkey, stuffing, and pie down our throats for a week and stressed to the max for what the next few weeks has in store.

The idea of a backpack that has articles to read, homework to do, and notes that need to be studied is so far shoved in the back of our brains that when the Sunday before the first Monday back rolls around we quite literally can't determine if it even made it home with us the week prior.

Where do I find the motivation?

How am I going to do this?

Then I remember, pardon my french, how big of a badass I am.

I don't know about the rest of the world, but I survived my middle school/uncomfortable with my body/awkward around everyone (especially guys)/swoop-banged/thick eyeliner stage. That in itself deserves an endless round of applause.

I survived mean girls. I'm not talking about the old-school girls who stole your lunch money in the schoolyard. I'm talking about the girls who were super nice to you in person but were low-key subtweeting you, depicting your tumblr, and texting your boyfriend all at the same time.

I survived breakups. To be honest, I'm honestly barely talking about my own. I mean I had some ugly breakups but momma didn't raise no dweller. I'm talking about Brad and Jennifer, hell, Brad and Angelina. Breakups that made my heart break like Miley and Liam, Selena and Justin, Taylor and every male celebrity ever, FREAKING DRAKE AND RIHANNA.

I survived freshman year of college. This meaning that I survived the biggest change I've had in my life thus far. This change meant leaving home, dining hall food, new people, the anxiety of literally never knowing what your grades are, the development of anxiety in the first place (because if your high school was anything like mine the work took minimal effort) , my first all-nighters, my first F on any assignment/test/quiz ever, the anxiety of choosing a major and basically mapping out the rest of my life.

You and I have survived this stuff, we may have decreased the amount of brain cells we possess once or twice along the way, but none-the-less we did the damn thing.

With projects, tests, quizzes, papers, debates, speeches, and FREAKING FINALS approaching our near future, lets just take a step back take a deep breath and remember that we have all been badasses since birth. We can pull a few all-nighters and take a few silly tests.

Therefore, when anxiety is attempting to take over your entire being and you feel like you can't do it, just remember, you are, always have been, and always will be a strong independent badass who can conquer finals and everything your professors try to throw at you.