Summer, summer, summer, summer. I can remember thinking of that familiar tune from High School Musical as I counted down the last few minutes after my last exam in high school. That feeling has been magnified by about 1,000 since coming to college. Don't get me wrong, college is awesome. Most times, I dread the thought of leaving this beloved place and going home or to the real world, even if it is only for a few months. However, there are about two weeks each semester that I absolutely detest college- finals week. After four months of going (eh) to class, amply preparing (eh) for each test along and along, and having a blast with friends, it all comes to a screeching halt with finals. Gone are the days of going out during the week, having fun on weekends and just really not having too much on your plate. Yes, friends, finals are real, and they're back for the first time since December.
You've made it through the semester, and suddenly you look at your calendar: finals have arrived.
Instead of studying, you thoroughly comb the internet looking for alternative job choices- being a professional reality star really sounds awesome.
You attempt to have a study group at home, but your roommates do a swell job of getting in the way.
You find a BOGO deal on Kleenex; between allergies and tears, they'll be necessary for the next ten days.
You open the textbook only to find there are three chapters that you forgot to study.
Looking at your planner only to realize you're in town for the next five days with at least one final per day.
You begin to wonder where Eunice, the best lab partner you ever had, got off to, because you've had to do these lab reports consistently solo for the whole semester.
You meet a new bae in the library when they ask to sit at your extra seat #winning.
Getting ready for the day pretty much consists of making sure you don't have a mustache, and that's about as much maintenance that you'll do for the next few days.
*E-mail ding* Yes! Someone sent a study guide! "Pls Venmo me $17 and I'll send you the link :-)"
You do, however, make the most out of free on campus study snacks.
Trying to sweet talk your neighbor to send you their notes from the class(es) you missed.
Walking into a final in a class where you know zero people.
The teacher sends the friendly e-mail reminder- "the final is cumulative!"
Your friends start to talk about dropping out, and you just think "pls no I can't do this alone fam."
The best part is when your group for your final project decides to "do their own thing." It's fine, who needs partners anyway?!
You look at the clock and realize you've been in the library looking at your computer for FOURTEEN HOURS. It is Saturday, isn't there a law against this?
But finally you walk out of your last final knowing you killed (passed) it.
