A prior goody two-shoes gets caught red-handed mid-snooze
When I was a junior in Kavita Gupta’s AP Chemistry class, I was forced to watch my senior classmates be eaten alive by senioritis. Once attentive and engaged in class, they were drooling (literally), lethargic remnants of the esteemed academic individuals they once were.
Obviously, the logical thing to do was to solemnly swear on my chemistry textbook that I would never become like that. And that if I ever did digress, I would no longer be called Soumya Kurnool.
Flash forward to March 26, 2013, when I found out I had gotten into my top choice school. Suddenly, it just seemed logical that I should stop reading about resistors in series and start watching Spongebob and then take that nap I’d been meaning to take for the past few days and then go on Facebook for a few hours and then eat some yogurt and then watch some more Spongebob…
Before I knew it, it was 11 o’clock, and I still hadn’t started my homework.
I was ready to slap myself, pinch myself, do anything to convince myself that I wasn’t doing what I was doing right now, which was sitting on the couch staring off into space.
I started to really wonder: Was I melting into an incoherent blob? Would drooling on the desk come next?
For all the 12 years of schooling that I have undergone, I have never, not even once, felt that lack of drive. Okay, I am not at the point where I am running out of AP Statistics to go to Santa Cruz like some of my more senioritic peers, but I think I have developed a granny-specific variety. Here are some of my symptoms:
(1) Excessive Spongebob Squarepants consumption.
(2) Lack of focus until 11 p.m., which is when I commence running around in a circle like a decapitated chicken.
(3) Late sleeping hours (1 a.m., for Pete’s sake!).
(4) Zoning out during lectures. However, this is counteracted by compulsive notetaking. Scratch that, I am not zoning out.
So basically, this will probably be the closest I get to senioritis, and I think I will stop here because the last thing I want to see myself doing is sleeping through the Physics Honors final.
So here’s to Spongebob. As long as I get my homework done.