Senioritis

By Sally Bullock Editor in Chief

enioritis. Such a small little word for such a large and ever growing problem. I've always had a little problem when it comes the end of the school year. Come April, I usually have very few concentration skills left, but I have always managed to pull myself out of that pathetic slacker gutter to finish of the year on a somewhat positive note. This year is a whole new story.

It all started on the first day of school. Ever since the clock hit 1:15pm on September 3, I have been coasting through school with not a care in the world. How have I managed to be so stress free in such a high strung and fast pace student life? Simple, I haven't done a lick of work. And now I am paying for it big time. So you must excuse me for the brevity of this article but it is crunch time and I am attempting to make up for an entire semester of work.

Senioritis. It sounds like such a whimsical and playful little word. People toss it around as if is a sugar packet sitting on a coffee table. But it is really a serious disease. Especially for people like me who have no direction in life and need all the help they can get. Right, so I will conclude this ridiculous set of rambling thoughts with a bit of advice. Avoid it together. Leave school now. Get out while you can. Don't let it suck you in and fuck with your mind.