You start off strong studying during dead week.

You're getting a head start because you know that it's going to be such a busy week, and you want to make good grades. Getting a head start seems like the best idea.

Then the weekend before formals rolls around, and you realize it's your last weekend to go out.

If you won't be here next weekend, and finals are this week? We should relax while we can, right? RIGHT?

Then you realize that by going out, you were really digging your own grave.

The hangover, the waste of time, the shameeeeee. Why did you think this was a good idea in the first place?

So now you have to cram for your final.

And you can't remember anything. You're reading the same passages ten times and not retaining anything. Books and notes are scattered all over the floor and the desk and everywhere.

It's the night before the final...

You can't stop thinking about what's going to be on the test. Did you study enough? Did you study the right thing? Will you forget everything you read about?

Then you wake up late, and you're late for the final.

You stayed up so late that when you finally got to sleep you overslept, and now, you're having to sprint to your final that is all the way across campus.

You have to drink whole pots of coffee to stay awake.

You're practically swimming in the steaming, dark caffeine. You're chugging down cups at a time. By the end of the week, you're going to be 70% coffee.

Trying to figure out what you need on the final to make an "A" in the class (or just pass).

"Okay so if I make a 100 and the professor gives 20 points in extra credit I can get a 'B' in this class."

The face you make when the test is nothing like what the teacher told you.

Lies. Cold, evil lies. If there was a study guide this test was the opposite. All the notes you took in class? Useless when it comes to this test. And you just aren't having it at this point.

So you resign yourself to your fate.

You failed. That's it. There's no hope. You knew nothing on that test. Goodbye good GPA, it was nice knowing you.

But you're still secretly hoping for that "A".

You've got your fingers crossed, and you're saying a little prayer that you guessed all the answers correctly.

You finally give up and start considering other job options.

Do I really need to explain this one?