I'm sure that all college students have similar experiences this time of year. Finals week is the hardest part of the semester, and here we are.
Stage 1: I got this.
Stage 2: Denial.
"Have you started studying?"
"Did you write your final paper?"
"Ready for that presentation?"
Come on, chill! It's the last week of classes for the year!
Stage 3: Realization.
You make your schedule and realize that May is, in fact, this week. It is finals week. You have about seven different finals to take.
Stage 4: Cranking it out.
For example, it's currently midnight as I'm writing this. I am on my second bottle of pop and coffee. My dinner included chips and iced animal cookies. My bags are not designer, but three inches below my eyes.
Stage 5: Contemplation.
Is college really worth it? Do I even like my major? Do I really belong here? Should I have that fifth coffee? Shower or study? Is sleep necessary? How much money do strippers make, again?