Senioritis is defined by Urban Dictionary as “a disease that strikes high school seniors. Symptoms include: laziness, an over-excessive wearing of track pants, old athletic shirts, sweatpants... Also features a lack of studying, repeated absences, and a generally dismissive attitude.”
That definition couldn’t have been more perfect.
My senior year of high school, I had somewhere between 30 to 40 tardiness (if I remember correctly. It could’ve been more, to be honest). That’s aside from the unexcused absences I took and the classes I skipped at the end of the day. YIKES!
Here are a just a few stories of my high school senioritis days.
Story 1: Heads or tails
My friend and I were driving to school. We were about 2 minutes away from entering when we both realized we really didn’t want to go to school. We flipped a coin. Heads we went to school and tails we skipped the first two class periods. Tails it was! I drove right past the high school and we went to have breakfast at Dunkin Donuts.
Story 2: Friends that look out for you
I hadn’t completed an assignment for my afternoon class and I was really not in the mood to stay in school any longer. I texted my friend and asked her to make up a lame excuse as to why I wasn’t in class. She texted me back, “Next time, let me know you’re ditching. I’ll leave too.” I got in my car and drove off.
I skipped a class so many times. I missed the movie we were supposed to be writing an essay about. I talked to my teacher about extending my due date and he approved. I never wrote the essay and somehow got a 95%.
Story 3: Ask and you shall receive
There was also a time I missed 3 class periods where the teacher played a movie about the 2008 Recession. I showed up the day of the exam and stared at the paper. I wrote a note on the last page of the exam, “I missed the whole movie. I didn’t even know we were having an exam. I would be more than happy to do an alternate assignment if possible. Please excuse my lack of answers on this exam.” She excused me from the test and never made me do another assignment. (Although, this was the end of junior year.)
I have countless stories of my senioritis. Writing this honestly just made me laugh. Though I’m not necessarily proud of my actions, I have no regrets. That being said though, don’t let senioritis hit you too hard. Graduation is just right around the corner.