Da Final Week
The last week of your semester. It’s when your brain feels like it’s been microwaved and your soul is on the line. You’re basically begging for mercy from your teacher.
I ate my pencil and still failed the test. This week is hell.
My brain is leaking out my ears. I can’t take this anymore.
I cried in the hallway because I forgot how to use a scantron. What even is life?