When Finals Week Turns into a Meltdown Marathon
Alright, so this happened to me during finals week and honestly, it’s probably one of the most epic meltdown stories I’ve ever seen—or been a part of. It’s messy, funny, cringe, and kinda sad all at the same time.
So there I am, sitting in the library, minding my own business, trying to cram for an accounting exam that I’ve been procrastinating on since the semester started. It’s like 2 days before the big day, and I swear I can feel my brain shrinking with every page I skip. But I’m not alone, obviously. There’s a whole army of stressed-out students sweating over their laptops, scribbling notes furiously, and/or crying quietly into their coffee cups.
Meanwhile, in the corner, I notice this guy—let’s call him Jake—who’s usually pretty chill during the year. Like, he’s the guy who makes jokes in class and seems pretty confident. But today? Total 180. I see him pacing around, muttering to himself, and then he pulls out his phone, quickly typing something. I overhear bits of his conversations—something about how he "failed everything" and "finals are annihilating him."
Then, maybe 30 minutes later, Jake suddenly screams so loud that everyone almost jumps out of their skin. Like legit yells, “F*CK THIS, I CAN’T DO IT ANYMORE!” and then he throws his phone across the table and slams his laptop shut. Everyone turns and stares. The poor guy looks like he’s about to explode.
Now, here’s the craziest part: instead of just acting normal or walking out in embarrassment, he just… starts talking to himself (or maybe to the universe, I dunno). You could clearly tell he was at his breaking point. He’s pacing, clutching his hair, muttering, “I’m just gonna fail everything, might as well quit school, what’s the point anyway?” It was like watching a time bomb about to go off.
And then, what happens? Someone, probably out of pure shock, says, “Bro, do you wanna talk? Or maybe grab a coffee?” And Jake just looks at them, tears streaming down his face, and just whimpers, “No, I just want it all to end.”
He sat there for a minute, literally crying in the middle of the library. It was honestly heartbreaking but also kind of hilarious because the whole scene was so over-the-top. Like, I get finals stress is real, but this was next level.
After about ten minutes of him just sobbing and mumbling weird stuff, the library staff finally came over (probably because of all the noise and commotion). They kinda gently asked him to leave, which he did—still sniffling, his face beet red.
And you know what? The next day, there was this huge thread on a student group chat going around about "Finals Week Disasters," and Jacob’s meltdown was like the star of the show. Everyone was sharing stories about their own breakdowns, whether they cried during an exam or just ghosted the library for a day.
Honestly, I think finals break us all in different ways. Some of us just whimper in our rooms, others have full-blown obstinate breakdowns. That guy’s moment of total disaster? It was a perfect reminder that nobody is perfect, and sometimes, all you can do is laugh at the chaos.
TL;DR: During finals week, a normally chill dude lost his sh*t in the library, screamed at the top of his lungs, sobbed like a baby, and basically turned into the campus legend. Finals are f*cking brutal, man.
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