Senioritis

by Jennifer Bayliss

I wish I were an Oscar Meyer wiener, that is what I’d truly like to be. ‘Cause if I were an Oscar Meyer wiener, everyone would be in love… oops.
Sorry about that, I’m a bit distracted now that the sun is shining and the weather allows me to wear short sleeves without freezing my derrière off.
Anyway…
Senioritis. Every senior gets it at some point. Everyone knows what it is. Even my spell check on the computer is accepting it as a word. Underclassmen even look forward to use the senioritis excuse. It’s such a great one… teachers even understand it.
We’re done. We have about 16 days left. If you have AP exams to take, you only have about two weeks. None of us want to be here. The weather has been becoming nicer and more spring-like, we’re ready to hit the beach. We’re tired of being in school and the teachers are becoming weary of our lackadaisical ways.
Some of the seniors in the school have suffered senioritis since mid-winter, it truly is an illness. Most have pulled out of the slump to muster enough effort together to do the last few pieces of coursework that they’re given. Others, well… they have continued to slack off, not a care in the world, and somehow seem to scrape by.
And now, I have fallen victim yet again to this illness known as senioritis.