Finals week is an earth shattering occasion every semester for all students. Whether it's a thirty-page paper due or three exams in one day, we've all been there! We mourn for our loss of happiness and grab onto the nearest chocolate we can find. It's that time of the year again, and I'm ready to push through it one grief at a time!

1. Denial.

It's fine, I can just move forward with my week without touching my term paper that's due in four days. Do I even need to take the exam anyways? What would my total grade be if I just didn't show up?

2. Anger.

Who even came up with finals?! Are you trying to make me mad! It's as if you want us to suffer even more, we're already going to have to stay in college for the next twenty years to be able to do something productive with our lives.

3. Bargaining.

Maybe my professor would let me skip the final if I baked him cookies. Listen, I'm trying the best I can here to survive! If I can force myself to finish this essay, I'll go get ice cream and watch an episode of Food Network. Only one episode -- we don't need another accidental binge session.

4. Depression.

My head aches of equations, astronomical vocabulary, and historical Civil War dates. Even my responses in-person have taken longer, and spacing out is now a major problem. I need hugs, caffeine, and a good score. Is it even sunny outside? My life has turned into a chaotic abyss of academia.

5. Acceptance.

We can survive another semester full of sleepless nights and endless amounts of flashcards! Now the next thing on my agenda is to hibernate during summer and reboot my brain.