|Posted by titantv on March 26, 2014 at 1:45 PM|
By Kayla Gallion
Don’t worry, teachers; its not you, its me.
Your lectures are as fascinating as ever, your homework is reasonable, your lessons are understandable, and your projects are interesting and inspiring. I can see how much effort you put into keeping your students on the right path. Seriously, keep up that good work.
But, why is it then that I sit in each class with my head propped up on my hand, my other wrist cramping as I scroll mindlessly on the great World Wide Web in front of me instead of focusing on the real world around me? Why is it that while you give a heartfelt speech or teach an important lesson, my eyelids flutter, my tongue starts lolling out of my mouth, and the only nodding coming from me is - not from agreement - but from a halfhearted effort to stay conscious?
There’s one good reason for it, and I have come to know what it is. Senioritis is real, is affecting the vast majority of the class of 2014, and currently has no cure.
And I have it.
It didn’t used to be this way. Once, an adult called me one of the most serious scholars they had seen. I was in kindergarten when they said that. I made straight A’s all through school, I was involved in several extracurriculars, and I became the dreaded teacher’s pet in almost every class. I was the nerd, the perfectionist, and the kid that took school to be the most important thing ever to exist.
But this year, everything changed. To that dreaded disease, I found I was not immune. It hit all at once, coursing through my veins and infecting my mind. I tried to fight it, but the illness is vicious. It spread all throughout me until I was effectively a zombie, trudging through the hallways as if I were wading through syrup.
I once would have spoken in every discussion Ms. Gesing held in history class; now, I draw pictures all over my notes. As a sophomore, I answered every question Mr. Yutzy posed with thoughtful, informative answers; now, my glazed eyes focus on his Malcolm X poster and I spend the class wondering why Yutzy and Mr. X have the same glasses.
I’m not alone. All around me, my peers are dropping like flies, succumbing to Senioritis as it spreads rapidly through the school. No one seems able to stop it. This horrible virus has proven to be the number one killer of motivation in seniors all across the country, and I’m sure teachers are at a loss. Where once our thoughts centered around homework, education, and our busy lives, they now constantly drift to thoughts of Senior Week, daily naps, and a permanent escape from high school hallways. It will all end only after we’ve walked across the stage at graduation, and we never stop yearning for that moment.
Teachers, don’t cry for us. Its okay; you did all you could. You stand at the front of the classroom day by day anyway, continuing to feed us information even as it slips right by our sleeping forms. You stare us face to face determined to give us knowledge, even though each day we look more and more like corpses sitting at our desks.
All you can do is keep teaching. I’m sure somewhere in the back of our minds, we’re storing all of that education. Maybe after we graduate, we’ll remember it all. On the bright side, there’s still plenty of sophomores and juniors paying attention, and they’re ready and waiting to answer all of your questions. If all of you keep fighting Senioritis, maybe one day, it will be eradicated.
In the meantime, though, don’t mind us. Don’t mind me. Its too late for us seniors, but we had a good run. Trust that you’ve succeeded in getting me this far, and just ignore me sitting in the back, hiding behind my computer screen and trying to keep from falling asleep.