You're flying through second semester and know the end is in sight. Summer is so close you can taste it, but first you have to get through the daunting task of finals. Like any good surgeon knows, some tasks (finals) are unpleasant, but in order to save the patient (your GPA) you just have to get through them.

It starts when your professor mentions your final exam in a few weeks and how you should start studying now.

When you finally start to study, you don't understand anything, and no one else seems to get it either.

People keep telling you it's just an exam and you think…

You continue looking over all of the materials and think, "Did I even learn half of this stuff?"

You see your friends' Snap Chats and wish you could be out with them instead of studying.

The night before you have a breakdown because you just aren't ready to take this test.

You question why you even took this class to begin with.

You hit rock bottom, accept that you can't cram anymore and crash for the night.

The morning of an exam, silence is your best friend. You just need to clear your head and prepare for the painful day ahead.

You walk into the exam feeling okay, and then realize you didn't bring a pencil. Guess you'll have to borrow one.

You look over the questions and think, "This has to be a joke, right?"

You finish the exam and you realize that you probably just killed your GPA.

And there's that one jerk who you know aced the exam.

But then you remember that it's officially summer so you don't even care!