It's the middle of the first round of tests, but let's be real - test weeks don't really stop from now until the end of the semester. The good ol' days of summer are fading faster than our summer tans and our brains are running on more cups of coffee than hours we are sleeping. (Or maybe that's just me.) Well, anyways, The Office tends to nail life's everyday emotions when it comes to school, studying, and tests.

When someone you've never seen in class before suddenly starts showing up, and then has the audacity to ask for the notes...from every lecture of the year.

Summer...it's gone, but not forgotten. Let's be real, y'all. The only thing on our mind right now is the beaches we were laying on just over a month ago, but reality says that we have four tests, two papers, and one presentation this week.

When the professor starts giving a "review," but it turns out that he's just telling you all of the PowerPoint information again. It was hard enough to sit through them the first time, but now I have to look over all of them again? Okay, fine. I'll do it. But I will not be happy about it.

After 2 all-nighters, emotions grow a mind of their own. From the outside looking in, you just can't explain it.

"Hey, how are you?" "I'm fine, it's fine, school is fine."

When it's test week(s), all bets are off and ice cream at anytime of the day is totally acceptable.

When it comes to studying, you know what you have to get done and what is necessary to succeed. Yet at the same time we really have no idea how to study, what class we're studying for, or what scantron we need for the test tomorrow morning.

Strongly considering the Q drop, but I already know all of the "valuable" knowledge that would simply go to waste if I was to not complete the course.

When you ask the professor what to expect on the test, and he hits you with the classic, "Read the syllabus." And then after checking it, find out that your midterm is over eight chapters. Wonderful.

Walking into class the day of the test. Trying to find your assigned seat. Preparing for the worst, but desperately hoping for the best. C's get degrees, right?

When you thought you failed the test, but somehow pulled a decent grade.

Disclaimer: This whole article may have been me procrastinating studying. Maybe, but maybe not.