Spring Break rolls around and my-oh-my, what a week for college students all around to enjoy a week off. The week came to a close much quicker than we hoped, and now it’s April. The month for college students that demands more naps than we have time for. The month that professors feel the need to cram a project and test in before the final. I’m so busy, I almost forgot to thank them for being so considerate. Seriously, would someone mind sending them a thank you note for me? I would, but I have a final to study for, a nap to take, and a summer to dream about. Remember Senioritis? The dorm room planning, the anticipation of college freedom, and the “who cares anymore” attitude that cluttered your mind until graduation. Enter Springitis- a sister disease to Senioritis that some would say is much, much worse- these grades still matter.

The thoughts of a student longing for summer, or honestly anything but hanging at "The Office"

1. Should I do my homework? Or or OR Should I lay out on the balcony?

You’re right. I’ll save you a chair.

2. Did he just say group project?

Is that a joke? How am I supposed to wrangle all of these people up to focus for several hours on something besides summer? HOW!!

3. How many days are left until I can blow this popsicle stand?

4. 26 days.

*5 minutes later* Are there still 26 days left?

5. Excuse me, yes, what is your attendance policy again?

Oh good, I have one more skip!!

6. How many hours is the beach from here?

Would my roommate notice? Okay fine, she can come with me.

7. I should really reorganize this room

You know, for the remaining 26 days.

8. This study guide is excessive.

You know what’s not excessive? A nap!!

9. Oh my gosh. Finals are next week!!

This is not a drill.

10. Hi teach, you beautiful human you, are you offering any extra credit this semester?

Did I mention how skinny you are looking?

Springitis is a real issue. This is nothing to take lightly, people. It is incurable, but fortunately for us, there is medication to help subdue the pain. Ice cream, Netflix, and the word “procrastination” are what my doctor prescribed, but let me know what yours suggests and we can collaborate ideas. If you have not yet caught the disease- get yourself a mask. I repeat, save yourselves before it’s too late.