As much as we don't want to face it, we all have a little bit of the "Grinch Syndrome." Whenever "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" comes on, we look at the TV and think, "I understand this sad, scary man." Every day of the week we can find ourselves relating to this green, gross, hairy monster that we've all come to know and love. It's totally fine. But with the holidays approaching it should be acceptable, right?
Buying all the required books for our classes that we will never open
In the beginning of the year, we always set goals for ourselves. “I'm going to buy all the required books and read every chapter as we go along in class.” Yeah, right. But as the semester chugs along, our brains begin to infuse with hatred towards these books. We despise the existence of these books and learning, school, homework, tests, and learning once again.
Because my meal plan says I can visit the cafeteria whenever I'd like
Write the five-page paper due on Monday? Nah. Read chapter seven of your psychology book? Nah. Study for exam on Friday? Nah. Hang out with friends? Nah. Eat? Always.
I guess I'll just stop trying to be a student now
When you raise your hand confidently because you think you have the correct answer, but you’re totally off and your professor puts you in your place. Shot down quick.
I didn't actually bomb that test if I don't remember it, right?
When you're more than confident that the only thing you got right on your paper was the answer next to "Name."
"It's OK. I'm totally fine." *Sweat slowly drips down face*
College: Having two five-page papers due Monday, a presentation on Tuesday, a seven-chapter test on Friday, and no time to not completely lose it. Yes, our schedules are booked always. Yes, we're at prime-time insanity.
When you have the amount of emotions/personalities to fill up a room of 20 people
Hello. I'm happy, sad, anxious, silly, and angry all in one -- nice to meet you, too.
After spending your entire day in bed
Days of isolating yourself grow old, and you realize you haven't talked to anyone but your mom and yourself.
Who doesn't love quality time spent with me, myself and I
Are you kidding me? You did not seriously just knock on my door and come into my room while I was napping did you? Remove yourself.
Subtweeting every guy who thinks it's okay to look like a Lumberjack
Guys, please do not participate in "No-Shave November." That is all.
Trying to focus on studies and restrain yourself from screaming "1738" when Fetty comes on
The sickening moment where you're stuck writing a 10-page paper, and everyone in your dorm is bumping music getting ready to go out on a Saturday night.
Nails not done. Hair not done. Everything not done. We're on the college budget
