The summer finally ended and although we dreaded the return of late-night library sessions, we were excited to see what the new semester would bring us.
The first few weeks, we showed up to all of our classes and were feeling pretty positive about getting good grades.
The parties and events started popping up left and right and what sense would it have made as college students not to attend them? We showed up at all the functions like…
But we suddenly remembered why we came to college in the first place. The thought hit us like…
So we got our heads back in the books. By now, the professors we thought would be like…
…turned out to be like…
Midterms approached like nobody’s business and the stress started killing us, like…
We felt like we needed a break, but then we remembered that Fall Break was taken away…
But Homecoming week was a close second and we got cute all weekend, like…
And the Monday after Homecoming, we were all like…
Post-Homecoming, productivity slowly left our bodies. Our conscience was the only reason we survived this period.
And we were even more stressed out because we wanted our love life this semester to be like this…
Or this…
Or even this…
But instead, it went more like this…
When Thanksgiving Break came, we looked back at Valdosta, like…
But we spent a lot of that break thinking about the work we’d have when we got back. And of course, finals.
We’ve finally faced our grades, like…
And at this point we’re just trying to reach the end of the semester…
If only…