Ah, here we are again. The most dreaded time of the year, finals week. Lock yourself in the lib, put on some classical music you detest, and have about 1738 pencils at the ready. If anyone knows how much we absolutely hate doing work, it's our friends from "The Office."

When you first get to the library, all bright-eyed and bushy tailed!

Going over every single powerpoint given by the professor as if your life depended on it.

When you forget how boring the material is.

Studying seems to suck all of the life out of you.

You're pretty sure you might just rot and become a carcass in this next week.

You start to wish you could go back to when times were simpler... oh, spring break, how we miss you.

When you just can't seem to get a single thing right.

And at some point you realize you've filled 12 pages with scratch notes trying to figure it out and you just give up.

But then you finally get the answer to one single problem and you feel on top of the world.

When it's hour 12 and you realize you haven't moved, eaten, or slept. Oh yeah, and you're still at the library.

You honestly can't even speak you're so damn tired.

To sum it up and perfectly describe finals:

But in the midst of all your hard work you realize...

And the excitement helps you to push through the pain.

Eventually, when all is said and done, you realized you've survived yet another finals week and you've come out victorious.

Good luck on finals, and may the odds be ever in your favor to find a seat at the library.