My junior year I just did not get it. “Why were the seniors so lazy? Why don’t they care? Don’t they know that their grades still count? Is it really that hard to just do your work? When I become a senior I’m going to stay on top of my schoolwork.”
Now in my last semester of high school as a senior, I get it now. When I began my senior year I was already warned and prepared. “Your grades still count, do not give up at the end of the race.” Of course at the beginning of our senior year, my friends and I were all like “were doing to stay focus, were not going to fall victim”.
And we did and we still do but it has become harder and harder. It became harder after the best and the worst day came. The one day that every senior looks forward to. My day came on a late October day when I checked the mail, and a letter was addressed to me. My college acceptance letter. The best piece of paper I have ever received in my life. And then a couple days after my friends got theirs and a couple more days other members of the senior class got theirs. After the best day, then the curse starts to kick in.
The majority of my senior classes of 74 students now collectively think the exact same thing, “I don’t care anymore, and I already got into college.” I never had so many people say to me “why do we still have to come to school, were all technically done”, “oh my god this class is so boring why can’t I just go home” or “I don’t even need this class for the school I’m going to”.
“So basically the seniors just get lazy and don’t want to do anything anymore” is what I use to think. But now as experiencing a mild case of it, it makes so much sense now. Its not that we don’t care, it’s just like, all the work is over and done with, the work has paid off and there is supposed to be no more work. I also realized that we as people always decide to give up when were almost done. Like in high school when you get the letter but haven’t gotten the diploma or just when you have one more push until the baby is here and suddenly you can’t push anymore. Senioritis was already a strange concept to understand but now that I have 83 days 8 hour and 55 minutes including weekends and holidays until my last day of school, the concept is crystal clear.
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