It’s more than lethargy; it’s more than just “not trying.” When people told me about senioritis, I shall admit, I scoffed. I was not that kind of a person. Grades were never my goal, so why would I stop working if I believed that their significance has decreased? I was wrong. Senior year is draining. With APs, college apps, graduation, financial aid and a million other things to balance, it gets to a point where the candle that burnt so brightly at the beginning of the year burns out and you’re left with the faint glow of motivation that only decreases by the day. You’ve worked so hard, and all you really want is to be able to come to the surface and gasp for breath.
It’s even harder when you are what is considered a “good student.” When you have never really missed a deadline. When you have never walked into a test with oblivious to the subject of it. Every part of your brain screams as to how wrong this is. It tells you to sit down and write that essay, do that maths problem or even just read through and review what is on tomorrow’s test. But your body seems physically incapable of these tasks. So, you procrastinate. You read what isn’t assigned for English; you watch 5 seasons of a TV show in 3 days. And then when the time comes to face the music, that’s when you want to curl up into a ball and never get up.
I think that the thing that bothers me most is that I’m not really learning anything at this point. I love learning, I love knowing new concepts and ideas, but all that is done at this point in the year is prep. Prep for exams, strategise for essay sections, memorise for multiple choice questions. This is not what I enjoy, this is not knowledge, but this is the way it is. So, somehow, with a lot of will and even more courage to face the consequences of incomplete assignments we will (or at least we hope that we will) get through this. Till then, 41 days, 12 hours, 2 minutes and 29 seconds to go.