The classic Christmas song remastered for the typical college student:

On the first day of college, my professor gave to me:

One semester of anxiety

On the second day of college, my professor gave to me:

Two group projects.

And one semester of anxiety.

On the third day of college, my professor gave to me:

Three presentations.

Two group projects.

And one semester of anxiety.

On the fourth day of college, my professor gave to me:

Four mental breakdowns.

Three presentations.

Two group projects.

And one semester of anxiety.

Five all-nighters.

Four mental breakdowns.

Three presentations.

Two group projects.

And one semester of anxiety.

On the sixth day of college, my professor gave to me:

Six syllabus changes.

Five all-nighters.

Four mental breakdowns.

Three presentations.

Two group projects.

And one semester of anxiety.

On the seventh day of college, my professor gave to me:

Seven shots of espresso.

Six syllabus changes.

Five all-nighters.

Four mental breakdowns.

Three presentations.

Two group projects.

And one semester of anxiety.

On the eighth day of college, my professor gave to me:

Eight naps per day.

Seven shots of espresso.

Six syllabus changes.

Five all-nighters.

Four mental breakdowns.

Three presentations.

Two group projects.

And one semester of anxiety.

On the ninth day of college, my professor gave to me:

Nine missed deadlines.

Eight naps per day.

Seven shots of espresso.

Six syllabus changes.

Five all-nighters.

Four mental breakdowns.

Three presentations.

Two group projects.

And one semester of anxiety.

On the tenth day of college, my professor gave to me:

Nine missed deadlines.

Eight naps per day.

Seven shots of espresso.

Six syllabus changes.

Five all-nighters.

Four mental breakdowns.

Three presentations.

Two group projects.

And one semester of anxiety.

On the eleventh day of college, my professor gave to me:

Eleven failing grades.

Ten hours of crying.

Nine missed deadlines.

Eight naps per day.

Seven shots of espresso.

Six syllabus changes.

Five all-nighters.

Four mental breakdowns.

Three presentations.

Two group projects.

And one semester of anxiety.

On the twelfth day of college, my professor gave to me:

Twelve hours of homework.

Eleven failing grades.

Ten hours of crying.

Nine missed deadlines.

Eight naps per day.

Seven shots of espresso.

Six syllabus changes.

Five all-nighters.

Four mental breakdowns.

Three presentations.

Two group projects.

And one semester of anxiety.