The Finals Week That Turned Me Into a Complete Disaster
Omg, you guys won’t believe what happened during my finals week meltdown. Honestly, it’s kinda legendary now among my friends. I swear, it’s got all the messy, awkward, “why did I even do that?” vibes.
So, it was like, Wednesday of finals week, and I was drowning in textbooks, coffee cups, and constant panic. I’d been studying nonstop for this insanely hard math final, which I totally bombed cause I had zero clue what I was doing. Anyway, I’d just finished a 4-hour cram session, and I was so exhausted I started hallucinating that my notes were alive and trying to attack me.
I decide to take a break—bad idea—but I wanted some food, so I went to the campus cafeteria. Bad idea number two. As I’m standing in line there’s this girl, super chill, wearing headphones, scrolling on her phone, but she’s talking to herself about how she’s *definitely* going to fail her chemistry exam. I mean, relatable, but also kinda sad.
Suddenly I realize I forgot to pack my calculator for my math final. PANIC. I thought I was gonna cry right there. The thing is, I was so scrambled that I totally skipped the fact that I once saw a guy use the calculator on his phone during an exam and get away with it (classic college move). So I just quietly ditch the line to frantically look through my backpack. NO calculator, just a bunch of old gum wrappers and a half-eaten granola bar.
Now I’m spiraling. I decide my only hope is to ask the girl with headphones if I can borrow hers cause maybe, just maybe, she’s like the *kindest* person ever and will say yes. But no. As I approach her, I trip over my own feet and splash a whole cup of orange juice I’d bought on myself right in front of her. She looks up, totally stunned, then laughs with that awkward “are you seriously this much of a mess” laugh.
I’m now drenched in orange, red-faced, and desperately trying to cover my soggy notes. She looks at me and goes, “Uh, do you want a napkin or something?” I just nod, muttering a mangled “thanks” while trying not to cry or die from embarrassment.
By then, I’d just given up and decided to go back to my dorm and hide. But I had to pass by the main exam hall because I’d forgotten my test paper. So I sneak past, praying no one noticed. Of course, I walk right past my professor, who’s standing outside, and she calls out, “Hey, you! You okay?” I want to disappear into the ground. Instead, I just wave and run away like a total idiot.
And the icing on the cake? I blanked out totally during the math exam. Literally sat there staring at the paper like it was written in a secret code I couldn’t decipher. Then I realized I’d filled in all the answers wrong because I had been so panicked I filled in the bubbles for the wrong questions. So basically, I spent the entire week losing my mind, splashing juice all over myself, and forgetting everything I’d ever learned.
Honestly, I think my brain just shut down from exhaustion. Still, my friends found it hilarious — at least now I have a story for the ages. And no, I didn’t get that math credit, but at least I learned some valuable lessons like, “Always check your backpack for your calculator,” and maybe, “Avoid campus juice stands when you’re on the brink of losing it.”
This whole meltdown was so bad that I literally dreamt about it last night and woke up in the middle of the night sweating because I thought I was back in that room trying desperately to find my damn calculator again.
That’s finals week in my life — chaos, comedy, and suffering all mixed into one giant hot mess.
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