You try to act like the responsible unstable college student you are. You've got your GPA on the line when in reality you'd rather be partying it up with your friends at the bars or Netflix and chillin' with bae. You attempt to convince yourself that the subject you're currently study will hopefully pay off one day when you get your dream job (of working in a cubicle). Also, you've just realized this is the first time you've opened your outdated textbook that you paid over $100 for.
To ease your tensions, you go to see a study session that is supposedly hosted by your professor. Obviously the professor doesn't show so instead you get the TA who is supposed to be able to answer all of your questions. The TA is pretty much the same age as you and you've seen him or her at a house party twice last weekend but somehow they're you're last hope.
The class is basically dead silent during the study session and during the review session during class. Your teacher makes a derogatory comment about how we've probably all studied enough to prepare for the test even though the professor knows 90% of us haven't even opened the book and we're just waiting for the genius in the front row to give a long winded thought somehow giving us all of the information we didn't listen to during lecture.
Anxiety starts to set in as you start to cram study. People are offering Adderall, you haven't gone to bed before 2am in three days and your hygiene is becoming questionable. You're eating choices are taking a dive and you can't remember the last time you were able to go to the gym.
And then you break down.
(Yes, I understand this is from Big Bang Theory but I couldn't stop laughing at this GIF)