You’d think that receiving the coveted package in the mail on December 15 (for which my mom hunted down the mail truck like a lion chases a gazelle) officially kicks off high school senioritis. Yes and no; while getting into my dream school early decision helped alleviate my college process-related stress, I didn’t consider myself a victim of full-blown senioritis until Tuesday at 1:05 p.m., when the last midterm exam of my high school career ended.
And I have to say, this is one disease that I know I’m going to love.
All throughout high school, I was your typical gunner/overachiever type, pushing myself to get A’s and throwing a fit when I received anything lower. There were unfortunate times, usually around exams, when I sacrificed my social life in order to study. Looking back, I realize that my obsession with grades was unhealthy and I am not proud of it, but since I achieved my goal of getting into my number one college, I choose not to have any regrets about high school. What’s done is done; now is the time for moving forward.
In that very spirit, from here on out I plan on letting my hair down and doing all the things I never had time to do. My first order of business, of course, is sleep. I’ve also got a lengthy list of books to read, some TV shows to catch up with, a guitar to jam on, and – most importantly – some witty writing to crank out on Microsoft Word.
And that brings me to the very reason why I am blogging about my newfound sense of freedom. With senioritis under my belt, I have a few more milestones to go as I transition from my lowly high school days to what are supposed to be the best four years of my life. As my will to do calculus homework fades and new opportunities present themselves, I’ll keep on blogging about the uncertain (and bound to be hilarious) road to my freshman year. Coming up next is accepted students weekend in April, where I’ll schmooze awkwardly with fellow pre-frosh and see the college of my dreams essentially on steroids.
I’m both exhilarated and petrified by that next big step toward college. I just keep reminding myself to live in the moment, because I don’t want to look back on these days and wonder why I didn’t make the most of this transitional period.
Those of you who are in college or are recent grads may remember this journey very well, and probably have your own anecdotes to share. While I begin to feel my way through the spring, leave your own stories, thoughts, and tips in the comments below!