Follow these tips to treat senioritis - an illness that targets high school and college seniors every year.
So...big day is almost here. You ready for the real world? What are your plans? If you're cringing at the very thought of these questions then there's only one possible explanation: You too are a college senior.
There are a lot of different illness associated with different times of the year. There's flu season in the winter. Allergy season in the spring. Sunburns in the summer. But around early April and May a different disease starts to take hold, and it goes after a very specific group. College seniors.
Remember Freshman year when every upper classmen you knew said "treasure the next four years, they go by so fast." Well not to sound like a broken record...but they kind of do. I'm entering my last semester of college and this huge list of things I had planned on doing before graduating has kind of well, not been tackled at all.
So last week I sat down and thought of all of the things I’m not going to miss about being a college student. I convinced myself that this whole graduation thing was good. That I wouldn’t really miss college, so much as the friends that I’d leave behind in college. The classes and the books were going, but that didn’t mean my social life would have to go with it.
So this semester I’m taking my senior capstone classes. The seminar focuses on literature itself and the reflective tutorial focuses on literary theory and literary criticism. They’re supposed to be the culmination of everything we’ve ever learned as English majors. They’re supposed to extremely challenging, hardcore courses that push our limits. And they are extremely challenging and they do push my limits.
“This is going to be my stress free semester.” That was me, as I sat down to coffee with my friend approximately one hour before the start of my first class of the year. I was hopeful, really I was. Along with an awesome internship, I’m only taking two classes, a senior seminar, and a senior reflective tutorial, the capstones for my English major. I mean, how hard could those be right?
There is a song called “sitting here in limbo” that goes, “sitting here in limbo, but I know it won’t be long… Sitting here in limbo, waiting for the dice to roll…”. Sounds familiar, doesn't it? You feel as if that letter. that magical acceptance letter, will end your misery. Yet, I'm here to remind you that you are within the eye of a storm and as soon as that letter comes, your life will change.
After months and months of bemoaning and belaboring senior year, the fall semester is almost complete. Half of my senior year is over. My lasts semester taking a full course load is over. It’s the end of an era, the beginning of something new. It’s what I’ve been counting down to since October.
I have three finals, two papers, and one draft of my senior thesis keeping me from my winter break. Not a walk in the park, but also not an all time high as far finals week frenzies go. But yet, here I sit, far too enamored in this week’s episode of What Not to Wear to even think about getting any of this work done.
So I’m registering for classes this week. The second semester of my senior year. My last semester ever as an undergraduate. Better make it a good one right? Oh, I intend to.
Right before I sat down to write this I registered for the GRE. Well, actually, I registered for the GRE, opened a bag of chocolate covered cranberries (Kim Kardashian’s snack of choice), and then sat down to write this. But I digress. This was supposed to be a serious moment.
Remember when going back-to-school meant a new box of crayons and a slammin’ new backpack (L.L. Bean. Initialed, obviously)? If you’re headed back to college this fall, no doubt this bit of nostalgia has probably crossed your head at some point or another. For collegians, a new year usually brings with it new housing, and more importantly, returning to the center of your social universe: friends, parties, and never-ending entertainment all a quad’s walk away.