Senioritis has its perks

Ria Parikh | Staff Writer

I regret to inform you that I have been inflicted with Senioritis.

When I first heard of it in 8th grade, I turned my nose up, smirked, and swore that that would never happen to me. Well, here we are, four years later. 

Obviously, Senioritis has its negatives, which was the stuff I heard about all the time: the slight shifting of priorities, the conflicting dynamic of wanting to maintain good grades but no longer wanting to do anything for them, the looser grip on grades and all things school. These were the things that I was worried about when I started to feel it, and for good reason. But I also learned through experiencing Senioritis, that, in my case, a lot of good came out of it. 

My freshman, sophomore, and junior years, I was kind of grade-obsessed — I would spend hours upon hours working and studying, and put everything else behind school on my list of priorities. I would forgo time with friends and family, my health, dance, and every other aspect of my life. It was awful; my numbers may have been shining, but I was miserable.

Senioritis shocked me, but it gave me a chance to breathe. Because I had less of a focus on grades, numbers, and all things college, I gave myself the time to reconnect with friends, spend more time with family and take care of myself. It’s not that I didn’t or don’t care about school and grades, but more so that I had a chance to prioritize and realize for myself that my numbers aren’t everything.

Rather than a disease, or something that needs to be cured, Senioritis has come to represent a sort of grounding that has benefited me holistically. Sure, at times, it can absolutely pose as a distraction, but most of the time, it reminds me that one bad test grade, or college rejection, as bad as they may seem, has a very little impact on who I am. By reading that and writing that it may seem blatantly obvious, but you would be surprised at the all-encompassing, consuming mindset school can create. 

I’m not advocating for students not to care, I’m just saying that we all need a reminder sometimes that there is more to life. I still do my best on everything, but I’m much less upset about an assignment or test doesn’t go my way. Because of Senioritis, I gave myself the opportunity to soar in other areas of my life: I became a choreographer in my dance school; I reconnected with friends with whom I had lost touch over the years and spent much more time with the friends I’ve had for a while; I spent my weekends at the mall or at a play and not worried for three days about Monday’s test. 

By letting go a little, I got to experience more of what I was missing the past couple years of my life. Senioritis, in that aspect, actually made me kind of sad. It gave me this sense that there was a giant hole in my life, that should have been filled with getting enough sleep and taking care of myself, or just going out of my way to step away from school for some time. Rather than a disease, Senioritis, for me, was a wakeup call, and, I don’t know, I think we could all use some of that sometimes — it’s nice.