- How the FUCK is it finals week already? It was just summer.
- Literally, last week I was trying to figure out what to wear for the perfect slutty-patriotic mix on the Fourth of July.
- And what? Thanksgiving is over? Just like that?
- I DIDN’T GET ENOUGH PIE.
- Whatever. It’s fine. I’m doing okay in my classes.
- I mean, I’m not failing.
- Wait. Am I failing?
- I can’t be. I go to class. Most days. Some days. Well, I’ve been to class.
- I’ll just look up my grades, calculate what I have to get on the final, and study with the mouth breather who always sits in the front of the class.
- Where’s that syllabus?
- I know I have one.
- Oh, wait, no. I skipped the first class because it was syllabus week. And ladies’ night. And pointless.
- I can do this. People who are way dumber than I am do this. If they can, I can.
- Okay, so if there are four tests and I did okay on three of them, all I need is a…117 percent to get an A in the class.
- That’s fine. A B is good. A B is still above average. And I’m pretty, so it balances out.
- I got this. Let’s do this shit. Education, here I come.
- Alright, here’s the book. Let me just take the plastic wrap off of it…
- So, now I just have to read 15 chapters by tomorrow and I should be good. Psh, easy.
- Actually, first, I need some highlighters.
- And coffee. A quick Starbucks run to stay awake should do the trick.
- And I should grab some lunch. Brain food.
- And I’m pretty sure there’s a sale at Target today, so…
- Two-for-one candy canes? DONE.
- Okay, I have my coffee, my highlighters, and my festive candy. Halfway there.
- Let me just snap this to my story real quick. #OnThatStudyGrind #StudyingSelfie
- Chapter one. Here we go.
- Wait, let’s find some soothing study music.
- Okay, “Blank Space,” then soothing music.
- “Blank Space” one more time. Then soothing music.
- If I was Taylor Swift, I wouldn’t have to fucking learn about science and shit.
- This is actual torture.
- Hmm. I wonder if the girl whose notes I always copy has a study guide or the answer key or magic powers or something.
- I should ask before I waste all my time actually learning.
- Why don’t I have her number? What do I do? Facebook message her like it’s the fucking Dark Ages?
- What’s her name? Jessa? Jenna? Jennifer? Something basic like that?
- Huh, we have 73 mutual friends–wait, is she? Yep, she’s friends with my ex.
- What the hell is that about?
- What are they, like, actual friends? Have they hooked up?
- Are her pictures private?
- No. Jackpot.
- She’s not even that pretty.
- Wait. She has a picture with him. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
- I LET THAT BITCH USE MY PEN.
- OMG. It’s on. Screw getting help from her. I’m going to beat her in this final. Time to buckle down.
- Hello, Adderall. We meet again.
- How long does this take to kick in?
- Was I supposed to snort it or something?
- Any time now…
- Wait, wait, here it comes.
- OMGSTUDYINGISTHEBESTILOVESTUDYINGSOMUCHREADINGISGREAT
- Oh, no. It’s wearing off. Ugh, the distractions.
- Beautiful phone! How I missed you.
- Four texts? Damn. Slow down, guys.
- You put your phone away for, like, two hours and the whole world goes crazy.
- Oh, cool. Everyone is going out tonight.
- No. No, I can’t. I need to study. For my future. And my future children’s future. And to beat the replacement bitch.
- But…I mean. I got through five chapters.
- And the first chapters are always the most important chapters, right?
- If my test is at nine, I’ll just wake up at six and finish studying.
- And I won’t even get super drunk.
- What would Taylor Swift do?
- Be young and reckless and go out to Thirsty Thursday. Done. #WWTSD
- I’ll be responsible and set an alarm before I go and I’ll be good.
- Uh…shots? No, I can’t.
- Well, maybe one.
- Or seven.
- Fuck guys. And finals. And guys taking finals. And girls who steal guys taking finals.
- I bet my ex’s new “friend” is being lame and studying.
- She doesn’t need a 117 percent so her future children won’t starve.
- Wait, what if she’s WITH him.
- OMG I HAVE TO TEXT HIM.
- “heyyyyyyycum down my chimnneyt;$”
- Perfect. Funny, subtle, and classy. Nailed it.
- I need a beer.
- “I’ve got a *hiccup* blank space, baby, and I’ll *hiccup* write your name.”
- WHY CAN’T I JUST SING ABOUT LOVE AND RIDING A HORSE FOR A LIVING LIKE T.SWIFT?
- Blackness.
- What in the ACTUAL fuck is that noise?
- An alarm? Who sets an alarm? I’m sleeping. And dying.
- Wait. Shit. Alarm. Final.
- What time is it? 8:30?! How did I hit snooze five times? This is my nightmare.
- Well, here we go. Final time.
- I’m sure I’ll be fine. I mean, Cs get degrees.
- And at least I’m pretty, right?.
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