Making a permanent impression since 1994
June 9, 2003
-- Senior journal --
By Mike Nguyen
SARS. Senioritis is killing us seniors, and the epidemic is only
worse as the days dwindle down.
canít remember how I caught it, or who I caught it from, but I think
somewhere after the AP testing and before the prom was when I felt the
symptoms creep in.
virus slowly crept into my body as the days continued. My eyes are
constantly drowsy and closed in the middle of class, my feet have a hard
time moving to yet another class, I have night terrors of never getting my
diploma, hallucinations that Iím already in college, and I got teared up
about the 2-for-1 taco day during a lunch period.
fingers have a hard time typing another paper (or senior journal), too,
but it might be senior-arthritis. I think thereís a difference. Now,
Iím almost completely bedridden with laziness and lack of motivation.
was surprised how quickly the disease spread after Senior Skip Day, the
Monday after the prom in which most of the senior class calls themselves
out of school and gathers at the beaches and other recreational areas.
Lying on the soft sand of
this school system graduate their kids any later? I want to start my
internship, attend grad parties, and have a few months of peace and
solitude before I go to college.
my illness is severe. But Iím slowly and surely fighting what seems to
be a losing battle. Itís not like they make medication to help alleviate
the pain, although a cup of coffee or those Dunkiní Donutsí Coolattas
provide three-hour relief.
fortunate enough to still have the willpower to attend all my classes,
although Iíve been known for random third-period lunch runs to various
buffets and restaurants during study hall.
fact, Iíve even taken this opportunity to raise my GPA and class rank a
little. While my fellow classmates slowly weaken from senioritis, I muster
up some strength and study, just a little, and outdo them in our last few
high school quizzes.
disease, however, really takes a toll on my punctuality. I canít keep
down a deadline for the life of me. Between repaying debts, returning
locks and books, handing in homework, and mailing in college paperwork, my
school planner is just too small to keep track of everything.
nearly forgot to attend every one of my banquets I was invited to, and
when I remembered, I was usually late.
less than two weeks left before freedom, I count the minutes.
me another 24 hours, and Iíll start counting seconds on my watch before
senioritis cures itself and Iím stuck with trying to burn off the
"freshman 15" Iíll probably gain once Iím off to college.
By Amanda Lehmert/The Tattoo
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