The springtime blues

It seems obvious that in the middle of such a happy-go-lucky time of year – when blossoms are blooming, couples are courting, and spring break is so, so close – no one should be in an eternal bad mood. However, I would beg to differ. Although I adore springtime and exchanging my winter coat and socks for a light jacket and flip-flops, this particular spring has me bitter. And I’m willing to bet I’m not alone on that.

By mid-October, I was convinced that the senioritis bug couldn’t bite me. I was already accepted to college, and my participation in class didn’t falter. I figured this must bode well for the rest of the year. Even after first semester finals, I was feelin’ good. I knew second semester would require more energy to focus, but I wasn’t worried.

And here we are, late March and still a solid two months from the finish line. Don’t worry, I’m still doing homework. I’m still participating in class discussions. I’m even managing to stay awake during long lectures…well, most of the time. But the truth is, my mind has checked out

I attended the very first orientation Anderson University (my future home) offered, and needless to say it was a catalyst. Instead of being fully present during pre-calc, I’m considering my class load for next year or the layout of my dorm room.

I will listen, I will respond, I will do what I am asked. But do I care as much as I did come spring time the past three years? Not nearly.

Although this mysterious disease mainly strikes students on the verge of graduation, I’ve observed that all students are affected in one way or another. The combination of spring break, prom, and sunny weather is a vicious cycle of distraction and lack of effort, yet for some reason we welcome it every spring.

Shouldn’t we have learned by now that “time flies when you’re having fun?” (Although the fun part is debatable.) Instead, we spend a majority of our school day glancing at the clock, counting down another day to the finish. I plead guilty to that. It just makes the time between now and May 27^th drag on and on.

I can’t promise that after I write this I’ll care any more than I do now, but I will make an attempt to focus on the present. As much as I crave the college environment, I might as well try to enjoy what’s left of high school. Hopefully, then, spring time will be as happy as it should be.