Because Finals Suck

Its the week before Christmas and all the students were stressed, with visions of finals and teachers and tests. Not a wink of sleep, not a day with out coffee, these students are weak give them a break!

With finals being the life ruining week that they are (literally, life ruining), I thought I would make the days a little brighter and better with photos and gifs and videos to create the ultimate study break.

#1. Cal Shapiro, lead singer for Timeflies, and more importantly look at that smile. Can you say Swoon?

#2. In a time of stress and lets be honest, a lot of defeat, sometimes the only medicine you need is sheer unadulterated laugher. The best kind, is straight from Fox's New Girl...because nothing is better than someone having a more awkward life than you. Skip to 4:55 and you'll see why LLS (Ladies Love Schmidt).

#3.Puppies. Honestly, is there even an explanation needed for soft,

fuzzy, loving animals that provide a much needed distraction?

No, they're soft and they remind you of that far away place once called your bed.

#4. Ryan Gosling. Because he is the one that really got us through finals.

#5. It's the humpday of finals week, for some of us, and you can nearly see the light. But not before a little Scandal action from Olivia and Fitz..because they're relationship is so messed up, it almost makes you feel ok about your finals week.

and oh... yes Olivia, you can do that. ----->

Although it's short, it's sweet nonetheless and you really should be getting back to studying. This is a small list of the beautiful things that make finals week a little less terrifying, and a little more bearable (even it's its only for a moment). Finals week is like the Regina George of college, personally victimizing everyone and disapproving of those beautiful white gold hoop earrings you got for Hanukah. So go on, crush finals like 1D crushed this song.

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