Finals week is quickly approaching… and it’s temporarily ruining our lives.
Your professors start to notice your lack of motivation.
Your friends go out while you turn the library into your house.
You invite all the kids in your class to come.
You have everything you could possibly need for a weekend of studying.
Except a shower so your best friend intervenes.
You start oversleeping every morning.
And every day is pretty much like this.
The only comfort is your bed… and of course food.
You find entertainment in the dazed and confused students running to class to cram.
And then that dreadful day comes.
You and your roommate leave feeling semi-confident.
But still you say a quick prayer.
Then you’re done before you know it and you’re like:
When people ask you how it went.
But you still celebrate.
And you find your BFF to celebrate together.
Because it’s all finally over.