Finals week is a dreadful time for all college students. As if the semester wasn't stressful enough, students are faced with a week full of exams that will determine their success or failure over the past 16 weeks. It is a time of stress, anger, sadness, and long hours of studying, often to no avail. Whether or not you paid attention during the semester, you often come to the realization that you don't know very much of the material, and often times you realize that you don't know any of it. That adds insult to injury, making finals week the worst week of the year for any college student. Here's how it goes down:
You realize that you haven't learned anything all semester and have to teach yourself a semester's worth of material in less than a week.
Time to go cry for the next week instead of study.
Your professor worsens your stress by informing you that your exam will be comprehensive.
As if you weren't already screwed enough.
Your professor tells you not to expect a curve to save your grade:
Curve? Please, you already know that your professor is too mean to curve.
Then, your professor has the nerve to try to be friendly with the class. He or she encourages you to come to office hours, but you want nothing to do with him or her.
Why do professors think they can be friends with their students while simultaneously ruining students' lives?
Your friends and family see that you're stressed and try to encourage you that you'll be okay.
Their positive words of encouragement are nice...
...but they don't understand just how screwed you are.
No, things won't be okay and even if they will be, you're going to sit there and complain until they are.
You see your current grade and it motivates you to do something to change it.
You're trying as hard as you can now, even if you didn't try as hard as you probably should have this semester.
So in the spirit of changing, you head to the library. Instead of studying, you just sit there blankly and contemplate napping in your study carrel.
Why study when you can sleep or daydream about everything else you'd rather be doing?
You finally muster up the motivation to read through the material and you're astonished as to how much you don't know.
There were two class discussions on this topic? That's nice, but it still doesn't ring a bell to you.
You then realize you've been at the library for five hours and you still know absolutely nothing.
Spending that much time studying and not knowing anything is a great sign, right?
Your friends are all going out and you have to stay in and study.
You act like you're being so much more studious and professional than they are, but you're really just jealous that they're able to have fun.
The stress of everything begins to hit you like a brick.
Could life be any more terrible than it is right now?
All you want to do is curl up in a ball and eat your feelings.
Stress-eating trumps studying, always.
You reminisce on times that you had your life together.
Ah, the good old days when you weren't about to ruin your entire future.
You contemplate dropping out of school and changing your career choice to something less difficult.
But you quickly decide to stay in school and deal with the constant studying and frustration.
The day of the exam comes, and you're trying to stay cool.
It's cool. It's fine.
You read the first question on the exam and it's nothing like what you studied.
Well, there goes your future.
After the exam proceeds to destroy your sanity, you need some serious retail therapy to recover.
Shopping can solve just about any problem.
Your professor posts your grades a few days later and you're pleasantly surprised with your score.
You're not sure if your professor made a grading error because you totally thought you bombed it, but hey, you'll take it.
You successfully survive the week sent from hell, and now you can go back to the normal, stress-free life you had before classes began.
Nothing can bring you down now.
