Now that you’ve stuffed yourself with turkey and pumpkin pie, it’s time to buckle down and stuff your brain with knowledge. That’s right, collegiettes. It’s finals week. Everybody hates it, and it’s all we can do to kick and claw our way to the end of this dismal two-week tunnel, but we will survive. And until then, the cast of The Office can commiserate with our studying struggles.
It’s finals week. You’re ready to conquer the world!
You’ve got your coffee, your notes and a laptop. Let’s do this.Â
But then, sadly, the study rooms at MLC are full, so you have to find somewhere else.
You’ve been cramming for a while, then you notice some fine print on the syllabus: your final is essay based.
Mid-finals, you may be ready for a night out. Despite your convincing, your friends see right through you and tell you to get back to work.
Soon, you get that first final out of the way…
but then realize you have three more.
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So then you pull an all nighter, but don’t want to admit your weakness.
Everything seems hopeless and everything hurts.
You even cave and get a tutor (or maybe just a really smart friend).Â
By the eve of your last final, you’ve done so much work that you want to collapse.
But you did it. Â You survived!
Good luck on your finals, collegiettes!