Well everyone, the time of the semester we have been dreading has finally come: finals season.
We have conflicting feelings about the arrival of December. While we are absolutely PUMPED that it’s finally socially acceptable to get in the Christmas spirit, we can’t go all out Buddy-the-Elf style because of the impending doom of finals week. Isn’t this supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year? No. No, it’s not for us college students. The entire world should feel bad for us because we can’t devote the majority of our time making cut out snowflakes and gingerbread houses. The conflict of kind of wanting to be five again and kind of wanting to be 21 couldn’t be more real this time of year.
College students are overwhelmed with many different thoughts flowing through their heads during finals season. If you can relate to this inner monologue, you are a college student who has to endure the next few tortuous weeks…
Welp. It’s that time of year again.
Sleep = Dreams = Escaping Reality = BETTER THAN STUDYING.
K. Get it together. Gotta face reality sometime.
I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE TO BEGIN PLEASE SEND HELP
I can’t. 5 finals 3 papers and 2 oral presentations? I think I’m going to be sick. Yep, I just threw up
Screw it. I’m getting drunk. *texts squad*
That wasn’t my best decision.
Welp, I’m hungover. There’s only one thing to do now: procrastinate via eating EVERYTHING
Why did I do that? Just why? My headache is gone but I also feel like 500 lbs… lol… k…
Guess I should like study now — OMG WHAT EVEN AM I LOOKING AT??
I just… just don’t get how professors can do this to us and feel morally OK with themselves.
Okay, let’s try this studying thing again. Uhhhm maybe not.
Did someone honestly just text me?! How I’m gonna study for Econ?!
Oh. Nice. 5 of my best friends are already home. MUST BE NICE…
Hopefully motivation will like, happen for me at some point. Until then I’m gonna cry — ttyl.