It all seems worth it when you graduate with a profound sense of self-respect. And a job.
Finishing an essay for a liberal arts class and realizing that you’re drastically under the page requirement.
Sorry I've been trained to be a master of efficiency.
Getting your first exam back after thinking you could study for it like you studied for tests in high school.
And then waking up extremely disoriented from an accidental nap in the lab. Because you pulled two consecutive all-nighters studying for your next one.
Your code/report/major project is due soon and is not, in any way, working like it's supposed to.
Ten hours before the deadline:
