It's the second semester of your senior year, and you've fucking had it. You can't get up for class, can't make yourself do homework, and you're ignoring the flesh-eating virus that's cost you one and a half kneecaps and counting. It's a tough time. But really, what else is new? If you're anything like me, and I hope you aren't because I read books, man, not websites, then you could never wake up for class and you could never do homework in the first place. You somehow made it through three and a half years, and you're somehow going to make it through the last few months. Everything's going to be fine. But since you're here, why not a top five list of some kind? It wasn't my idea, but the law's the law. So here are the five ranges of emotion you're going to feel in the coming months, and how to deal with them:1. Holy fuck, I'm graduating in a few months!You're so excited you could eat a horse! Everything you've been working towards for 17 years of school is coming to an end, unless you're going to med school, then it's like half over. Just think of all the memories you're leaving behind. The homework, studying, school lunches, unexplained transfer of all your friends from middle school in Indiana to high school in southern California, the time you accidentally boarded a plane for Auckland thinking it was just going to nearby Oakland, and so on. All of that is ending and cool new things will start happening. You can't think of what they might be, but you heard that getting hair in new places on your body is one of them. Awesome!2. This is the last _________ ever.You'll say and hear this statement a lot, because you and your friends are sentimental emotional bitches. It starts off fairly normal: "This is the last spring break ever." By April, it's desperation time: "This is the last time I'm going to eat Arby's after astronomy class ever." And by May, it won't even make sense: "This is the last time I'm going to shit on a sleeping girl's chest while enrolled as an undergraduate in college ever." It's easier if you just separate events from the time at which they are occurring. For instance, it's not the last time you'll have a vacation in the spring. Unless you move to Manhattan or Neptune, it's not the last time you'll eat Arby's. And come on, you'll shit on sleeping girls' chests dozens more times. You've got your whole twenties ahead of you!