That last week of classes feeling.

And there's nothing you're excited about more than that summer weather.

Until there's a week of storms and a tornado watch to seriously dampen your mood.

Hating your life because you have to take 5 cumulative finals.

Overhearing that person talking about how they don't have that much to study for.

Studying so much that you start to get off your normal eating habits (which aren't even that normal).

So you use your one free night to try to get that workout/yoga sesh in.

But you know you're just gonna cave to all the junk food again.

Being so stressed that you snap at everyone in sight.

But you're telling yourself you're gonna start off the week strong.

So sleep deprived that you can fall asleep anywhere, anytime.

Seeking moral support from random people in the library.

Giving yourself a break by writing an article on golden retrievers.

Finals hitting you literally out of nowhere.

But approaching finals week with this attitude.