When you realize there’s only 4 weeks left, and all the projects/papers/exams you haven’t started yet are actually going to be due
Then the rush of determination hits you
And you reread all of your syllabi
And your study group won’t respond to your text messages
And you accidentally sleep through your 8am
And you wonder why you took an 8am in the first place
But you make it to the weekend
And your friend invites you to dinner
But then you remember you’re broke
Like, really broke
And you begin to break down because finals are approaching
And the last few weeks drag on
And the person who never goes to class asks you for the notes
And your roommate asks if you want to study in the library
And it kinda feels like your professors are doing this
But finally it’s Finals Week
And your mother asks you how you’re doing
And the person next to you in the library plays their music without headphones
And your classmate asks how you’re going to pass the class
And there’s only one more open table next to an outlet
And you decide to just sleep in the library
And you take your first final
But eventually, the semester ends.
Until Next Time…