Finals are here (THIS IS NOT A DRILL!), and all the projects and papers you put off are, yes, actually due.

But just another week, and it'll all be over.

The How I Met Your Mother crew is here to give you a little preview of what you're in for.

DENIAL

"It's fine. I got this!"

Deep down, you know it's a lie, but you must convince yourself everything's peachy, so you don't hate yourself for that procrastination nap last week.

ANGER

"Why did I do this to myself?!"

You're convinced your teachers have secret meetings to personally make your life a living hell. (And you now regret that nap you took earlier.)

BARGAINING

*praying and pleading* "If I pass this final, I swear I'll never skip my 8:00 AM class for two weeks straight ever again."

You say that... until next semester.

DEPRESSION

"I'm going to fail. I know nothing. I am worthless... Do you think McDonald's is hiring?"

This depression might've been onset by the all-night study sessions and/or the diet of only coffee and early morning delivery (or you could be right). You just don't know anymore.

ACCEPTANCE

"I did all I could do. Whatever happens, happens. Here goes nothing."

This feeling comes the moment you walk into that lecture hall with your #2 pencil or submit that lengthy caffeine-fueled paper. It's done. Let come what may.

Finals challenged accepted. Wait for it... cause the weekend after is going to be LEGEN... DARY!