This past week, I started to feel sick, and I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. I was constantly tired and cranky, losing focus in class, and found myself with just the low amount of energy necessary to do nothing except binge-watch Suits. I talked with my friends to see if I was the only one experiencing these feelings. Was it a spring cold? Had the flu come around again? What could possibly be the reason I found myself running on empty with only a month left of school. Then it hit me, I had come down with
SENIORITIS (sen ∙ ior ∙ i ∙ tis)
(noun) a supposed affliction of students in their final year of high school or college, characterized by a decline in motivation or performance.
Clearly this was the obvious choice. I found myself with little to no motivation for assignments, readings or class discussions, no matter how small. It had everything to do with the fact that on May 19th, I will be done with my degree. *praise dance*
A minor side-effect of this illness was that I actually began to miss the routine of school that I won't have in the fall. Students at the University are picking out courses this week for the fall semester and that's something I haven't done for the first time in 4 years. I felt myself getting sentimental for a second, but then I realized that I had assignments due and i had no interest in doing them. I started to think about how much I didn't want to do any of the papers and exams in the upcoming weeks. All sentiments erased. All motivation gone.
My graduation cap and gown have been sitting on my desk for about a month now and my graduation weekend guest list and itinerary have been finalized. I mean honestly, what's the worst that could happen? Would a few readings here and there really change my grades? Would a professor really fail a fourth year?
This week, I found that I was asking myself these questions before deciding to complete a reading, taking the time to work on this paper I have due next week, or simply getting out of bed to attend class. After having a serious conversation with myself, and getting hit with a pop quiz in one of my classes, I have decided to finally get my life together. Honestly, there is barely any time left in the semester so it'll be over before I know it. I hope to take the time this weekend to fully recover and get some assignments done. I am officially in remission!