“Oh God, they’re here. They’re finally here. After all this time to prepare, and I’ve done nothing. I’m about as prepared for finals as I was for Beyonce’s album. There’s only one thing that’s going to solve this. Hard work, studious dedication, or pizza. I think pizza. Definitely pizza, that sounds easier anyway.”
That’s usually my thought process around this time of year. I tend to stress eat my way through finals, and if you’re panic stricken and desperate like me, you probably do somewhat too. Here’s how I managed my stress eating last night preparing for my final today.