Senioritis

It was late in the middle of the night and there were was AP work to be slain.  It was a task for no ordinary man as no ordinary man could hope to survive.  The AP work was awe-inspiring in its scope and featured the body of a dragon, the face of a dragon, and the wings of a dragon.  It was a dragon.  The brave adventurer was left in despair by the grandeur of the accomplishments expected from him, but he persevered.  Little did he know that the dragon was actually a hydra.  For every head removed, another head grew back.  For every task accomplished, an infinite number of tasks emerged.  With each passing moment, the task seemed ever more impossible and motivation quickly dissipated.  After all, why even slay the hydra when you can simply leave it alone?  On the verge of giving up, the adventurer at last realized that the dragon that was a hydra was actually a metaphor for senior year.   And he despaired!

Throughout my first three years of high school, I was always informed by seniors that motivation was exceptionally lacking during the final year.  This degenerative condition was referred to by students and staff alike as senioritis.  At the time, without the experience of actually being a senior, I was not entirely sure what the phenomenon actually entailed, or if it even existed at all.  However, now that I have at last entered the final year myself, I can, without question, affirm that the condition of senioritis most definitely exists and is a real medical condition.  In fact, the condition has become so well known that it has even acquired a somewhat lengthy Wikipedia page, which is a milestone for anything that hopes to exist.

The most devastating part of senioritis is how quickly it progressed.  Once senior year began, it did not take long for the realities of this dreaded state of mind to set in.  Within a month, I hit an imposing and impregnable wall named apathy.  The impact was so instant and influential that to this day, I believe my hypothalamus has actually decreased in size, or disappeared altogether.  After September, senioritis continued to advance to a debilitating level at an exponential pace.  By December, doing anything that was not a passion in prior years was completely unbearable and doing anything that was a passion was barely tolerable.  Unfortunately, this was only the halfway point.  As March progressed, I found it exceptionally difficult to find the motivation to even sit.

It is important to note that the onset of senioritis has been hastened considerably beyond its natural pace by what I refer to as Excessive Workload Complex, or EWC for short.  It is a strange phenomenon which can be categorized by the idea that the more there is to do, the more difficult it becomes to do anything.  Unfortunately, senior year is the epitome of EWC in high school.  College applications, senior project, AP classes, and extra-curriculars, among other things, quickly build up and ensure minimal free time.  With motivations at already spectacularly low levels, this has only made any strives for success seem increasingly impossible.

Given the pace that senioritis has progressed at recently, I fear that I will be left in nothing more than a vegetative state at some point in May.  It is clear to me that I must set priorities now on what is to be accomplished, otherwise it seems that nothing will be done at all.  At this point, it seems that my only chance for recovery is the commencement of graduation.  It is my hope that graduation will reverse any damages done throughout the year and I will regain my hypothalamus, although prospects appear bleak.