As I took a moment to glance at the clock while indulging in a pint of Ben ‘ Jerry’s finest and catching up on some important reading, I was struck with the realization that I was supposed to be at a club meeting. Lying in my pajamas while lounging on the couch, I weighed my options. I could attend this meeting and make important decisions about campus recycling, but that would involve such strenuous actions as standing up and putting on something other than my stained, oversized sweatshirt. In the end, the latest developments in Bradgelina’s relationship took top priority, and I returned to my Star magazine.
Just last year, my daily planner was covered in scribbles. Penciled-in dates, penned-in responsibilities and even highlighted reminders dominated the pages. White space was nonexistent.
This year, my top priorities include catching the very latest episode of “Laguna Beach” and sleeping until noon. My planner is still pretty full, but the difference between my junior and senior year is my attitude.
I used to be motivated. I used to believe wholeheartedly that through my involvement with school organizations, I would be able to make my mark, imprint a little part of myself on this university and, on extremely motivated days, maybe even the world. I thought my acquisition of excellent grades demonstrated my abilities and would carry me far.
I still somewhat believe these things, but with graduation looming on the horizon, they have become less relevant. My priorities have shifted to concentrating on my relationships and focusing on my life beyond Fairfield, a life that will become a reality in a few short months.
Of course, partying has risen on the “to do” list. When the rest of your friends are experiencing the best of Fairfield’s nightlife four to five times a week, it’s hard to just say no. In addition, I am beginning to realize that my “wild college nights” are numbered, and I only have so many left before I enter the humdrum world of nine-to-five, so why not really live it up?
And let’s not negate absolute laziness. Once I tasted the sweetness associated with free time, I became addicted. One tabloid led to another, which then led to a reality television show, ending in a completely unproductive evening and eventually an unproductive week.
It’s barely October, and it seems I’ve come down with a serious case of senioritis. The only remedy? Graduation.
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