Mirror Mirror on the Wall
I have a terrible case of senioritis.
Work life is filled with The Last ________s.
Perhaps these Last ________s are occurring in relation to the senioritis. The emotions hold when there are still assignments to complete.
During my actual senioritis, referring to the second batch in the late 90s, I made decisions like Fukkit I don’t care if I’m one more credit away from a French major and Yeah let’s wear matching pink jelly bracelets and mostly just this is bullshit man, fukkit.
Cause everything would have been sooo different if I had taken that class on Rousseau.
ANYHOO
I can feel these instincts yawning, as if woken from a deep slumber, kind of half-heartedly wagging their tails like George if you’re the first to get home. On a cellular level, I should be having more fukkits, but now I just chuckle at them. Darling little fukkits. It’s a reminder of my former hotheadedness.
I can more apologetically experience my senioritis without calling attention to it.
I think. 6 more days to go.
