My head is on the desk, and my eyes are on the clock.
“Hello Penn Manor, here are today’s afternoon announcements.”
“Dessie, I need your permission slip, still.”
Five minutes till the bell.
“Narrative essay due tomorrow.”
I wonder when bathing suits go on sale…
“Why were you late this morning??”
Four minutes until the bell.
“Where is your excuse at?”
Three minutes till the bell.
“Shhhhhhh, students, pay attention!”
“Don’t forget to do your homework!”
I’m so sorry, but this student has been found guilty of senioritis.
Don’t get me wrong, I actually enjoy going to school but I couldn’t be more excited to move on.
I mean it’s kinda difficult to focus on the next quiz coming up when I’ve already paid my college down payment, booked a dorm room and found my roommate.
And now that all the icebergs have melted throughout Lancaster, the weather has finally become comfortable even enjoyable.
Hello summer. Hello College.
I apologize, but can you really blame me?
When asking teachers what senioritis entails, there is always one single response- laziness.
I couldn’t agree more.
I have become a lazy lump.
All I can think about is putting on that navy gown, and throwing my cap high into the air. I’m humming Pomp and Circumstance for Pete’s sake.
Who could ignore the class picnic, going to Dorney Park and prom– seriously? Would homework really be on my mind?
“Sorry, I forgot my homework.”
Well, actually, I forgot my bookbag. I never even took it out of my car.
I know, I know, you can’t give up, you can’t flunk out, you can’t totally tune your teachers out and you still could get a rejection letter, even if accepted to your choice university.
So maybe the word “lazy” hasn’t hit me yet.
I mean, I am writing this article.
Maybe I’m being a tad dramatic.
But then again, June hasn’t rolled around yet.
By Dessie Jackson