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.
You continue looking over all of the materials and think, "Did I even learn half of this stuff?"
The night before you have a breakdown because you just aren't ready to take this test.
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.