During both undergrad and grad school, the majority of my classes were writing intensives. Which meant that finals week wasn't really all that draining for me. Sure, I had to write a bunch of 10 page research papers and analyses of literary works, but I'd much rather do that from the comfort of my own home, laptop corner, or warm couch in the university library than memorize a bunch of facts about mitochondria or cram all of Western Civilization into a single night of studying.
During finals week, I'd amble to my professor's mailboxes, printed and proof-read papers in hand, and watch with morbid curiosity my friends and classmates who had much more grueling majors shuffle aimlessly, caffeinated out of their minds to their next exam.
So I'm not oblivious to the plight of the college student during finals week, but I'm certainly glad I escaped most of it. Which is why I get a kick out of these finals week tweets because hey, better them than me, right?