I've been diagnosed

So I'm still studying for finals. I'm still not done. Who schedules their finals on the last day of school? I'll tell you whom: all of my dang teachers. So I'm still studying... I guess I should say "studying" since I'm actually blogging right now.

Is it so bad that I don't even care anymore?

Senioritis: Senioritis is an imaginary syndrome attributed to students nearing the end of high school and college in the United States and Canada. Its symptoms can include laziness, procrastination, apathy toward schoolwork, and truancy. (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Senioritis)

I've got it. And I've got it bad. And I don't even care anymore! It's so pathetic, I know, but I'm really feeling that swelling the "itis" suffix indicates. My brain is going to explode if I have to take one more dumb test, fill out one more dumb survey, or compile one more notebook/portfolio/project! Gaaah!

However, like most who are suffering with Senioritis, I have medicated myself heavily with sugar and caffeine and have forced myself to do my work. Most of the time. Sometimes I take breaks. To do corny things like work on my blog or take a nap. But most of the time, I'm alright.

I don't think it would be so bad if I wasn't student teaching next semester. Because of this little detail, this really is my last semester. Next semester, I have no finals. In fact, I'm done the day classes end and reading days start. So why on earth would I waste my Senioritis on that?

Luckily, though, I only have two more to go. One really. One is an actual test while the other is a note-and-paper exchange with the teacher, which should be no more than walking in and switching those notes and papers.... except that I haven't written half of the notes. But really that's not hard. So life moves on. By this time tomorrow, I'll be halfway to my good 'ole Idaho Falls. That means Mom does the cooking, no more homework, and my 12 year old sister promised to make me Christmas cookies (I think it counts for something in her Young Womanhood Medallion requirements).

Oh, suffer through! Think of the cookies!