There comes a point in our schooling when the overwhelming desire for laziness begins to seep in.
If conquered immediately, it leaves only a trace of sluggishness and lethargy.
However, if it is allowed to take hold, this appalling habit results in what many students have affectionately named “senioritis.”
Senioritis, as defined by www.wikipedia.com, is “an imaginary syndrome attributed to students nearing the end of high school and college. Its symptoms can include laziness, procrastination and apathy toward schoolwork.”
As a senior, I can attest to the reality of senioritis and admit that I have been guilty to all three symptoms of this supposed “imaginary” disease. While some may neatly sidestep its effects, I have not been so fortunate.
In describing my experience, I only hope that I can perhaps warn others of the terrible onslaught that is sure to come their way if they’re not wary.
Here’s how I would describe a typical school day in my life (as well as the lives of countless other senior students): Mornings come all too early. After spending the previous late-night hours cramming for an assignment I’ve had two weeks to work on, I’m simply too tired to get out of bed.
So I press my snooze button once. And then again ... and again ... and again. Before I realize, it has been a series of 12 snooze buttons at an interval of 10 minutes each and I’m officially late for class — again.
Class begins with the terrible realization that I have brought the wrong textbooks, forgotten to study for a quiz, or made some other needless mistake that I would have never imagined myself doing when I was a freshman — or even last year.
After school, the temptation of catching up with my friends or redecorating my room generally takes priority over my schoolwork, which is left to the absolute last minute.
After all, don’t we always hear “Enjoy your college years while you can?”
Now in my own defense, I must say that I am not deemed a lazy person.
In fact, many people call me an “overachiever.” For three years I have been a diligent and studious student. And I continue to miraculously receive grade point averages that still make my parents proud.
My point is that senioritis can happen to the most unlikely of us. Like me.
Fortunately, it can be conquered. To the freshmen, sophomores and juniors I warn: senioritis is creeping around the corner, waiting for its next victims.
And to the seniors I add my firm witness that it is real.
So be watchful, be cautious and beware or you’ll find yourself in my situation — in an ongoing battle with senioritis.
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