I never thought senioritis would affect me because of my love for school, I was wrong.

I’m going to admit something to all of you: I love school. After doing not as well as I could have in high school, I found that college agreed with me.

For the most part, I’ve done really well in school. The reason I have done so well is because I love everything about it. The whole process of going to class, taking notes and participating in class discussion is fun for me. I even like doing homework and writing papers. Don’t worry: I think I’m a nerd, too.

Something bad has happened though. I no longer feel excited as I walk in to a classroom. I don’t get a rush when I open my notebook to a fresh page. My love for school has suddenly dwindled. Even the classes that I enjoy the most have begun to feel like chores.

It is a strange feeling when you realize something you enjoy has lost its sparkle.

Then it hit me: I have senioritis.

While I thought this condition only affected high school students, I have realized it is now affecting me. The end of my college career is now in sight. Graduation, up until now, had seemed like a myth and some sort of distant destination.

It wasn’t scary because it was years away. While I should be making some sort of last-minute sprint to the finish line and a mad dash to a better GPA, I’ve just started coasting along. I’m feeling very unsettled about my change in attitude toward school.

School was my thing. It was something I had become good at, but now it seems like all the classes and all the semesters have run together. My attention span seems to have hit its limit. My brain just can’t handle it anymore. I’m just going through the motions now. I never thought senioritis would affect me because of my love for school — I was wrong.

So I need to put a stop to it. While I was walking to class today in sweatpants and a hoodie, carrying a ginourmous latte, I realized that soon I wouldn’t be able to do this.

After I graduate, it won’t be socially acceptable for me to be sporting sweatpants in the afternoon. I also won’t be able to justify my sweatpants and oversize coffee in the afternoon with the “I’ve got a hangover” nod.

No longer will I be able to use the “I’m a broke college student” excuse while trying to scam meals and groceries from family members. Sleeping until noon on a weekday is probably not going to be a feasible option anymore either.

I love college too much to be so apathetic toward it. I’m going to vaccinate my senioritis with good college times.

I’ll keep rocking my sweatpants, drink massive amounts of coffee, stay up late writing papers, sleep late because I can, enjoy my classes and all of my school friends, kick it in the Gasthaus and do it all with a smile on my face because I won’t ever be able to do it again.

Ah, college. You just got your sparkle back.

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