I always thought of senioritis as an annoying word that teachers could toss in our direction in a superior, condescending sort of way. Yet lately, I've begun to wonder if there really is a senioritis. I'm not referring to the slack-off instinct that supposedly drives students to stop caring about their grades and sign up for as many fluffy classes as possible. I'm thinking something more complex. Call it a mixture of nostalgia for the high school experience as it draws towards its close and impatience for it to end, of gratitude for friends and growing contempt for academia, of acknowledgment for the blessings of today and expectation for the blessings of the future.
High school is such a bizarre experience.
Nearly every day at my school something delightful happens that makes me think what a wonderful place Holyoke Catholic is. Yet at the same time, there is the toil and drudgery of my schoolwork, and the incessant repetition of the same emotions like in a bad TV show with writers incapable of creating new story lines or introducing new characters. A friend already graduated assured me she had similar feelings as a high school senior. It helps to know that she, too, felt the pull of college, but yet tired of the wait in high school. Another senior called the fourth year a paradox.