We've gone through initiation debacles, been kicked out of dances, complained about parking, gotten tickets and complained even more about parking, been pulled over by the cops and in most cases, gone to court at least once.
We are the menaces of society. We are the demographic group that receives the pointed fingers whenever anything goes wrong. We are seniors. And we are experiencing serious cases of senioritis.
I can't focus. I have trouble attending classes. My grades aren't exactly pleasing my mother. I am at the end of my senior year, and it seems like the end will never come. As a freshman, all I could think about was becoming a senior. Being at the top of the food chain again. Well, I'm here and if I had known as a freshman what I know now I never, ever would have wished for such a dolorously awful fate.
A prime example of how my senior year has progressed is this column. This paper is a "pity assignment." It was assigned only after my teacher realized there was no possible way I would ever complete the actual assignment: a film documentary. I started this paper around two weeks ago, yet I'm still struggling through the third paragraph of a mediocre article that requires absolutely no research nor outside input of any kind. At first, I sat in class in front of the computer and struggled with what I was going to write.
Then, I sat in class in front of the computer and struggled with the fact that I had to be in class. Then, I stopped the struggling - I stopped going to class. This is senioritis and I have been afflicted by the deadliest kind.
I've been thinking about this change that has occurred in me lately and it all boils down to one main thing: I'm scared. I'm scared of the responsibility that comes with my future. I don't want to grow up. I want to mooch off my parents, party on weekends, and always have someone preparing me a warm meal for the rest of my life. I know it's not going to happen, but I don't want to think about what really is going to happen. I don't want to be in control of anything, so instead of taking control and succeeding, I'm sitting back and watching my past four years of work dive into the ground with an earth-shattering thud. Peter Pan was onto something, unfortunately that something involved avoiding the problem rather than confronting it. I don't think I can run off to Neverland after graduation.
Whether to avoid responsibility or some other reason, we are a class infected with senioritis. There is a slight voice within us that whispers that we should be attending classes and finishing our work. Unfortunately, the callings of the outside world outshine that and we are left with the cacophony of raging hormones and deep apathy.
Some of us will snap out of it and become the successful businessmen and women of tomorrow. Others will remain children forever, fearing that what they have to face is worse than hiding.
We are the future.
Are you scared?
Lindsey Daniel is a senior in Ali McKenna's Juneau-Douglas High School "Writing for Publication" class. She hopes McKenna gives her credit for writing this, as she is currently being treated for senioritis and cannot write a blurb.
From the Hallways is a column showcasing the thoughts and opinions of students in McKenna's high school journalism class and Sarah Brooks' Dzantik'i Heeni Middle School writing workshop.