Finals are like Voldemort. They pop up at the end of every school year and pretty much ruin everything. They’re what a year of academic foreshadowing is leading up to, but you still feel unprepared when they appear. They take your friends away from you, your strength, infiltrate your mind, even your dreams at night. There’s a different final for each class, so it’s like hunting Horcruxes— when you finish one, there’s still more to go. THEY ALSO ALWAYS GET DEFEATED. GO GET ‘EM.