Finals week is an exceptionally stressful time for many of us. Emotions are high, all-nighters are pulled to finish up assignments and the overall frantic chaos is everywhere. Who better to describe our feelings than the one and only Dwight Schrute?

You already anticipate that you'll be spending countless hour in the library and probably making it your home for the next week.

You cram as many review sessions into your study schedule as you can, but of course everyone has the same idea, so they're packed with other knowledge hungry students.

You realize you have 5 finals, 3 projects, 6 essays and a presentation all due in the same week.

You have a brief moment of genius and productivity where you get a lot of studying done. It's an amazing few hours and some of the best time you've spent going over your material.

You have a mental breakdown. Or two. Or seven. There are just not enough hours in the day to cram all the information you didn't learn during the semester into your brain now. It's just not going to happen.

You study harder than you ever have and try your hardest to absorb the information. Running through the information like a chicken without a head.

You eventually give up. You accept your defeat and move on. If you don't know it now, oh well. If it's meant to be, it will be.

You're practically made out of coffee now because the amount of the stuff you've consumed. Staying up into the early morning hours doing the stuff in an insanely, probably unhealthy amount.

You have a few hours of un-productive-ness, either Netflix and snacking or just messing around and doing weird things.

The feeling after you've finished your last final