It's been a rough semester and the worst part is that it isn't even over yet. Congratulations you either have to come back for another semester or enter the real world. Either way, you have passed through one phase of your life and into another. You're probably in the poor house, sleep deprived and hungry and right now, 12 years of sleep doesn't sound so bad. Here are the 12 days of Christmas, college edition.

On the first day of Christmas, my college gave to me: One month of anxiety.

You know that awful feeling every morning when you wake up and you're honestly scared to go to class.

On the second day of Christmas, my college gave to me: Two awful roommates.

They might take your food, your clothes and even your boyfriend. Beware roommates can suck, everyone has at least one.

On the third day of Christmas, my college gave to me: Three Warning Grades.

Professor please, you don't want to do this. I can do better, I promise

On the fourth day of Christmas, my college gave to me: Four years of torture, in which I still have no idea what I am doing.

You're meaning to tell me that I'm undergoing 4 years of utter torture and I still don't even know how to define my major?

On the fifth day of Christmas, my college gave to me: Five amazing best friends.

They were there for you when you were crying after your ex broke your heart. Held your hair back when you were puking in the bushes, and stayed your rock all semester.

On the sixth day of Christmas, my college gave to me: Six creepy tinder dates.

At least the sad saps give you an ego boost when you need one.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my college gave to me: Seven parking tickets for the semester.

You blow off one or two, they threaten to hold your account. But, eventually, you'll have to pay those.

On the eighth day of Christmas, my college gave to me: Eight lbs of homework.

What would college be without a ton of homework and sleeping in the library? Who knows if I will ever pass?

On the ninth day of Christmas, my college gave to me: Nine minutes of sleep during finals week.

With 3 papers due, 4 tests, and 2 presentations, who has time for sleep?

On the 10th day of Christmas, my college gave to me: Ten years of debt.

I remember the day I looked at my loans and their interest rates and almost fainted.

On the 11th day of Christmas my college gave to me: 11 bowls of Ramen for dinner this week.

Eventually, we all run out of swipes and dining points and have to resort to everyone's 80 cent favorite.

On the 12th day of Christmas my college gave to me: 12 cents from the bookstore after textbook buyback.

I paid over $100 for that book and more than $50 for the other one. Excuse me while I cry.