There are some good things though.
My professor baked us all individually wrapped muffins for our final. That was the the nicest thing any professor has done for me on a final day.
My old residents are my friends and throw paper airplane notes at me in the library while I study.
People tend to be generous and hand out completed study guides like it's no big deal - this has happened three times.
I like the final week schedule. It gives me good gaps of study time.
And then of course... once you squeeze through all of this studying, and not sleeping, and filling in scantron bubbles...
You get to go home. There is a light at the end of the tunnel (or bottle).