An Open Letter to "Senioritis"

An Open Letter to "Senioritis"

Leave me alone! You can't have my last three weeks of joy.


I graduate from high school in three weeks. The awards ceremonies and parties are starting to ramp up, and every day is just a stepping stone to "being done." Throughout high school, I was constantly warned by my upperclassmen friends to watch out for what they thought was a perfectly normal part of senior year — senioritis.

Senioritis. The leading killer of grade point averages and motivation. Being constantly bombarded by final assignments, test preparation and rushing between events is enough to exhaust and stress anyone out. My one promise to myself as I went into my senior year, however, was to NOT LET MYSELF "GET SENIORITIS." I have tried every day to reflect on the incredible experiences that high school has given me, and be grateful for the opportunities offered to me. With that being said, here is an open letter to senioritis:

Dear Senioritis,

I have three weeks of high school left, leave me alone! Getting enough sleep and remaining motivated is hard enough without you breathing down my neck. You're an attention-hog, trying to steal all of my final moments with my friends and teachers because you want me to graduate so quickly. These hallways have so many memories — memories that you weren't a part of, and I want time to reflect on them.

I understand that there's a lot of work and responsibilities, believe me, I'm the one doing them! But I don't have time for your forced procrastination and pessimism. Yes, my future is near. Yes, it is going to be exciting. Yes, it is going to be an entirely new adventure that I can't wait to experience. But that doesn't mean I can just blow off my last few weeks of classes. Your laziness and lack of motivation are welcome in the summer, but please, let me live my last few weeks free of your eye-rolling and sighs. My high school experience has shaped me into the person I am today, and I refuse to let you take that from me.

For the next three weeks, you are not in control. I will revel in every moment, making memories and reminiscing on past highs and lows of my time here. I am so thankful for my time in high school, and you're not allowed to ruin it.

See you never,

Emily, Class of 2019

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5 Struggles That Coming Home For The Summer Pose

Summer isn't always what you think it's going to be, especially when you're coming home.


Summer break is amazing in so many ways: you're given countless hours to yourself, no daily stresses concerning school and assignments, and no overbearing pressures to go out every single night. However, coming home (usually) means you're back living with your parents and back to abiding by their rules, despite the fact that for around ten months, you were the only person making the rules in your own home. Despite the perks that come with summer, I have composited 10 reasons why summer can be hard to bear.

1. Having a set curfew.

I find it almost comical that I was able to "run free" for 10 months in Tallahassee with no regard for what time it was, but while at home I get the "it's time to come home" text from my parents as soon as 11 o'clock rolls around. For the entire school year, I was able to stay at friends' places until the sun came up, at walk out of clubs around closing time with no fear of getting punished for staying out too late, but now, I have to constantly plan around my curfew and ensure that I'm home before I get on my parents' bad side.

2. Having to get a summer job.

It was always a rule in my house that jobs were only meant for summer since my parents felt that getting good grades were our primary priority, so now that school's out, I'm working at my local Panera and dog-sitting for my neighbors, even though I absolutely hate dogs. Working isn't the worst thing I've had to do, but when I have to miss beach days and parties for a job that only pays $9 an hour, it sucks!

3. Countless days of boredom. 

College has made me accustomed to being surrounded by other people and activities 24/7. Sure, there were a couple of hours a day for alone time, but the majority of my day was spent hanging out with friends, going to my sorority, going out, and attending class. Now that I'm home and far away from my friends and the social aspect of FSU, I find myself bored and lonely.

4. Less freedom and independence. 

While away at school, I was able to do pretty much anything I wanted without my parents finding out. I was able to go get fast food in the middle of the night, go out to clubs, and sleep at my friends' place whenever I wanted. Sadly, now that I'm home, I can't just leave whenever I want or do whatever I want; I have to tell my parents when I'm going to places, where I'm going, who I'm meeting, and when exactly I'll be home.

5. Having to unpack and sort through your old clothes and the ones you brought to school.

Being the youngest has gifted me with an overabundance of hand-me-downs, everything from prom dresses to shoes to jewelry. However, over the years, the amount of clothes I have accumulated is insane; coming home has forced me to sort through the piles of old clothes and things I don't want anymore in order to make room for the multiple suitcases I brought back from school. My room looks like a tornado swept through it for three weeks now, despite the countless hours I have spent organizing, donating, and folding.

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