Senioritis
It’s winter, with spring just around the corner. with warmer weather comes the promise of graduation. I’ve been accepted to a few colleges, though I am still waiting to hear back from my top choices. I did get some college scholarships, at least some; my GPA of 3.28 isn’t stellar, so I’m assuming my college ACT score of 29 must have helped a little. I’m getting about 1/4 of the tuition cost paid through college scholarships so far and haven’t filed for the FAFSA yet. My fall classes at high school were hard, so this semester is much easier - at least so far. I might as well slack (some more) right? Right?
The definition of Senioritis, as described by Wikipedia, is as follows:
Senioritis is a colloquial term used in the United States and Canada to describe the decreased motivation toward studies displayed by students who are nearing the end of their high school careers. By definition, Senioritis is not due to the direct physiological effects of a general medical condition such as hypothyroidism or insomnia but is typically said to include: slowness, procrastination, apathy regarding school work, a feeling of entitlement or privilege and a tendency toward truancy, malingering or feigning illness in order to avoid presence in a school setting, cognitive impairments, and changes in sleep patterns. Many high school students find themselves in a type of lame duck situation: their plans are made and a new chapter in their life is about to begin, so finishing the current chapter (the current term separating them from graduation) becomes just a formality or “holding pattern.” Even though high school seniors tend to be the bulk of the victims, high school juniors and sophomores are also known to have it.
Ugh. I have senioritis, there is no doubt about it. It isn’t that bad yet, but I fear it will get much worse in the coming weeks as my work load builds. Easier classes and other non-academic commitments aren’t helping this disease. It’s hard to see the point in putting in the extra effort when you’ll be gone in a few months. And to be honest, I cannot wait.
I know I need to fight back - I know I should - but I’m not sure I will.
