Emily Wadlow '22
I’ve been staring at a blank word document for the past half an hour. Criminal Minds is playing in the background. I’m scrolling through Instagram absent-mindedly. I’m not particularly interested in either of my distractions, but I can’t seem to stop. At this point, does my schoolwork even matter? Is a bad grade on an English assignment really going to cost me the class, kick me out of my college, and change the course of my life for the worse? The answer to these questions is no. This blasé mentality for second semester seniors has been affectionately dubbed “Senioritis.”
Senioritis typically gets a bad reputation as the downfall of students and the cause of their academic demise. However, it is important to remember the positive aspects of this so-called debilitating disease. The past three and a half years have been one long crunch week. From Physics freshman year to AP Latin senior fall, I’ve been running on coffee and desperation. Finally, I can breathe again. Remember coming home from school in third grade just to say “No homework!” with a grin and promptly plop on the couch to watch Disney Channel? That’s what the second semester of senior year feels like. In the absence of homework (or more accurately the absence of motivation), I have taken much-needed time to reconnect with what makes me happy.
My new philosophy entails doing only the work I find interesting, such as reading an article for Modernity or answering a journal prompt for religion. Will I spend hours preparing for my billionth Latin test on De Bello Gallico? Nope. It simply won’t bring me joy. Instead, I’ll catch up on the last few issues of Vogue which I never got to in the Fall. Maybe I’ll even play a board game with my family in hopes of cramming in some bonding before I leave for college. I’ve also had the chance to indulge in some quality time with myself during school.
My typical schedule involves waking up at 6:15 am (realistically 6:30 am), driving forty minutes to school, halfheartedly trudging through my day, doing homework, dancing, then finally arriving back home at 9:30 pm for a quick dinner and bed. Although the core of this routine remains the same, I’ve taken to spicing up my days with me-time. Rather than spend my free periods cramming for the next quiz, I’ll drive to Nando’s or Chik-fil-a for a nice lunch. After all, anything is preferable to NCS lunches in the freezing cold while heaters inexplicably burn my legs without warming the rest of my body. Although I love NCS, I still need to retain some semblance of dignity.
The seniors have worked very hard to make it this far at NCS, which is no small feat. We are going to take these last few months to fully appreciate ourselves and celebrate our accomplishments. We deserve it. So, if you see a senior heading in the opposite direction of Chapel or Assembly, let it slide. We all know it’ll be you someday sneaking off for some much-needed time with friends while perusing the aisles of Target.