I never realized just how terrible it would be. Especially if you're someone like me, who didn't do any work whatsoever during the entire semester, and then found out that the exam is comprehensive and covers everything you were supposed to learn in the past three months.
To my dismay, I realized that most exams were based on the textbook that we were supposed to be reading gradually throughout the semester.
2 hours and one fourth of the book later, it stops making sense. The words become a jumbled mess as they try to enter my over-stuffed brain.
Frustrated, I give up and try to go study in the library. Which looks like a war zone.
Finally, you hit a point where your brain can't take any more studying. You make your way to the testing center, along with the other hordes of zombie-like students. Your head feels like it grew five sizes and is so overstuffed it could explode at any second. All of the information that has entered in the last few hours slowly leaks out as you take the test.
The poor unsuspecting high school students don't know what's going on. Facebook is overfilled with status updates about the horror of finals week.
Finally, finals week ends. Throughout the week, everyone has one plan for the weekend.
However, our brains have been filled and dumped so many times recently, they cease to function. The plans for the weekend turn into a little something like this.