Senioritis: A plague living among us

By chavon chester

 I ’ve always been a procrastinator. By nature, it’s who I am. I wait to the ultimate last minute to do everything, and I do mean everything. Homework is often done at midnight the night before, weekend plans are made as I’m already in the car being driven down the highway, and these columns are often written in my head long before I get around to typing them on paper.

 So, back when I was a freshman and I heard about Senioritis, I figured “Well, that’s just how I am. I’ve got nothing to worry about.” Since I’m already a procrastinator this early in the high school game, Senioritis shouldn’t really matter.

 I was wrong.

 See, about two months ago, Senioritis hit pretty hard-core. My grades slipped a bit, my homework slacked, my studying was virtually nonexistent, and quite frankly, I got supremely lazy.

 And over time, it’s done nothing but increase, to the point where it’s nearly impossible for me to get anything done. Before a paper gets written, I have to spend nearly an hour pepping myself up, so that I can actually gain the motivation to sit down and attempt too write it.

 But, though I am a sufferer from the alarmingly contagious plague known as Senioritis, I’m not a supporter. No, I’m more of a fighter of it. It’s all to easy to just give up. To scrape the bottom of the barrel and settle for just passing to make sure I graduate. Even more so now that I’ve been accepted into college. But I don’t. Though it’s a bit of a pain, I still drag myself out of bed every morning and come to school. Though I hate it, I still force myself to do homework every night. It may not be my best work, it may not always be right, but at least it’s done.

 So, while Senioritis, or ‘procrastination’ as it’s called in younger grades, seems like a tempting solution, I don’t recommend it. It’s too easy to give up and just slack off, but trust me, you’ll pay for it in the long run.