Irony is a funny thing. On the board of Oracle stories staring at me from across room 218, I see under the ETC. page spot: “senioritis-Bridget.” It’s Ironic because I am writing about senioritis, but it’s because of that senioritis that I have no motivation to write this column. It’s important to my point that you know that it took me several hours of starring at my computer screen to write this.

First semester of senior year I was a wreck. With every grade I received back from my teachers, I thought about how James Madison University would perceive me as a student and if they would let me in. Second semester of senior year, I am admitted to JMU and I don’t have a care in the world.

Senioritis. One word, four syllables, 10 letters, that describes a second semester senior perfectly.

With those who applied early and have gotten accepted, we have no reason to stay in high school. Mentally that is, seeing as our parents would get arrested if we didn’t show up.

The purpose of high school is to prepare you to get into a good college and ultimately get a good career. If I am already into college, then well, Fairfax County, you have done your job and now I am done with my job to work hard.

Ever since my first day walking through the halls of WS in 2009 freshman year, I have waited and waited for the time to call myself a senior. I worked hard getting my “commendable” GPA and all that had to be done was keep it up till January 11^th: the day that I got accepted into James Madison University. Now the words “keep it up” and “work hard” seem like a joke.

Of course we can’t abandon thinking all together and let our brains turn to mush, but give me a good reason as to why I should put in more effort than freshman, sophomore, and junior year put together.

With that said, I’m aiming for a straight “B-“average.