Remember back in elementary school when the last week of school rolled around, and you instantly had a shift in mood? You no longer worried about assignments, but instead worried about what bathing suit to wear to your best friend's last day of school pool party. Then came middle school, which was pretty much the same, except you began dating people (five-day relationships count, right?) which changed your summer priorities a bit.

But that was all fun and games because then high school allowed you to drive to see the people you had brief relationships with, allowing them to become a *little* longer in length. You traded in pool parties and rollerblading for trendy clothing and car keys. Senior year of high school was the most-promising on the fun scale, but also came with a level of stress that was unlike any other year of school you'd ever encountered.

The pressure was on. In just a few short months, you were expected to map out a life plan, get into a college or line up a job, and get some finances in order, among other things. For myself in particular, the stress often outweighed all the fun activities and Friday night football games. The last month of senior year DRAGGED on. I wanted to cash out on all my years of school, sleep for a week, and then party like it was 1995. The "disease," as they called it, was real. "Senioritis" was no joke. It prevented you from focusing on finishing strong and enabled you to anxiously await graduation.

Now imagine that "senioritis," and quadruple it. That pretty much sums up your last semester of college. I call it: "Senioritis to the Max."

I am just over 100 days away from graduating from Michigan State University, and I can't even find the words to describe how I feel. The best way I can explain it is that I am just flat done. I crammed four years of knowledge into three-and-a-half years, and never took a summer break from work or class. I chose to keep on chugging because I couldn't wait to get started in the real world. Especially now that I already have my career job lined up, a fiancé, a dog, and an overall plan for life, I can hardly focus on "finishing strong." Pinteresting wedding plans, browsing the internet for more dogs to adopt, and thinking about all the places I want to travel to have completely consumed my life. I have no more ounces of energy to write papers or complete group projects.

Don't worry–I've worked way too hard to throw in a towel just yet. I'll still complete assignments and turn projects in on time, but I can't guarantee I'll defeat the ailment of procrastination. Pinterest and dogs are just way too fun to Google.

Cheers to ALMOST being done with COLLEGE!