It’s finally the last week of classes! We’re almost free!
There is still roughly 106 hours until the end of this week and then 168 hours after that until you’re done with your final exam.
NOT THAT YOU’RE COUNTING OR ANYTHING.
You realize that your supply of applesauce and goldfish is running dangerously low but you don’t have enough money to restock before the end of the year.
And then you walk into class and YOUR seat is taken by some kid who hasn’t been seen since the first day of the course but is just realizing that he’s going to have to learn all of History Since 1945 in like 2 days and is now furiously taking notes. IN YOUR SEAT.
Your friends keep telling you that watching every episode of House of Cards back-to-back does not count as studying for POLI 101.
You’re beginning to feel a little weird from all the sleep deprivation.
You’re just realizing that you don’t understand 98% of the material you’re supposed to know for your exam.
At the last minute you’re going to remember all of the work you still haven’t done.
But in the end, you know you’re not *really* going to study like you told your parents you would.
And you’re going to be fine.