It was the first day of my final semester in college, or as my friends and I officially deemed it, “Senioritis Awareness Day.” This day had been a long time coming. I celebrated it preemptively last year only to realize doing so too early can seriously jeopardize the likelihood of you celebrating Senioritis Awareness Day in its proper year of observance. But I made it. One more semester and I’m out of here. Classes were carefully selected based entirely on class start time, workload, and online lecture availability. I was a set for an epic spring.
We rang in Senioritis Awareness Day at the stroke of midnight with several rounds of shots involving prune juice–going with the “senior” theme, if I remember correctly–and I was in pretty bad shape when I woke up for my early morning, 2:00 PM class. I got there late but still managed to find a strategic seat in the back of the classroom where I could sit in peace and quiet, celebrating Senioritis Awareness Day as is customary: by not listening to a word being said in class and doing the crossword puzzle I’d strategically hidden inside my textbook. I opened up my textbook to the puzzle, dug into my backpack to get a pen, and then it hit me worse than my splitting headache. Dammit! In my hungover rush to get to class on time I’d completely forgotten to bring a pen. Ugh. I blame the prune juice. And by taking my seat in the time-out-corner of the classroom there wasn’t even anyone nearby to borrow one from. Dammit to hell. Now I can’t even doodle to pass the time. Ugh. Maybe if I just zone out……