It’s that time of year again! Spring (and subsequently graduation) is right around the corner and with that comes a species I would like to call slackerus seniorus, or the slacker senior. I can’t speak for my classmates, but I have often found myself banging my head against my desk wondering why I’m even in school anymore! Sitting in class without warning, my focus will shift from whatever I’m supposed to be learning, to the nearest window. You can imagine why it’s so hard for me, as well as my fellow seniors, to keep motivated when all we want to do is go outside and enjoy the beautiful weather! But I digress…

Moving on, the end of senior year marks the beginning of the rest of our lives, or so we’ve been told. Many of us will be heading to college, some into the work force and some into the military. It’s scary, exciting, and a little overwhelming at times. As the end of senior year approaches, most of us just don’t care anymore! We’ve received our college acceptances, job offers or entrance into the military and are counting down the days until graduation and freedom! Even though we may feel like we don’t have any more work to do and we can just slack off and not care, we, as seniors, can’t afford to do that! If we become lazy slugs and more unmotivated, we will have a rude awakening at the colleges of our choice or in the workplace. That being said, because of all the hard work most of us have put in over the past four years, we feel entitled, a word that our generation has been increasingly labeled over the years, for a little snoozefest. Slacking off is simply not an option because colleges are notified of slipping grades and may rescind offers of admission.

Separate from senioritis, but no less important, are the questions of our future. Going out into the "real world" inevitably will bring up some mixed feelings, nervous, excited, and downright terrified. It tends to all work out in the end, or so I’ve been told. I always hear adults say, "Oh if I could change one thing about my past, I wouldn’t worry so much about where I was going to end up, because I was fine," or something like that. As much as I would like to believe that, I have a genetic condition I would like to call the "worry gene" that has been passed down from my mother, who got it from her mother, etc. This worry gene has made it absolutely impossible for me not to worry about anything and everything: my grades, college life, and the stories of a massive workload from friends who are currently in college. Or more important topics, will I be able to get a job when I graduate college, or will I be able to pay my student loans?

I have definitely been touched by senioritis, feeling lazy and not even wanting to finish this article! My advice to my fellow classmates would be keep calm and carry on! Graduation will be here before we know it and we will be out of this institution, some compare to a prison, and dropped into the "real world." Go ‘Cats!