I'll catch your attention with this sentence since you're already reading it and now you can't stop, so you will read my entire article on senioritis. Even if you came here to actually see what I had to say.
“I want you to be everything that's you, deep at the center of your being.” — Kong Qiu (Confucius)
How we define life is entirely within our understanding of it. What better way is there to explain senioritis in life other than a story on a part of my life itself?
The teenage phase in a person’s life can be an exciting yet a challenging one. I loved the feeling of youth and free time in which I got to spend with my friends, but free time does not always mean freedom. Ever since I was a young child, I grew up in a poor home and poor environment. I wanted a better life for myself and my family. My mom struggled to raise all seven of us siblings in a small home by herself. In middle school I gave it my all to get good grades and keep a good work ethic. I studied and I self-developed a strong will in order to get ahead in life. I was and still am very lazy but once the time comes to do what I need to do, I make sure it gets completed. As a teenager, I knew my position in society and never let anything hold me back from learning and growing.
Growing up, every single person is asked the same question: “Where do you see yourself in the next 10 years?” Every time I was asked this question I responded with a simple “successful.” The way we define success is different whether or not you believe that to be true. I lacked passion in my work but I had commitment to be successful, I had grit. Throughout my early years of high school I never surrendered to being unprivileged and poor, I knew that no matter what I had to get ahead and surpass all who compete on my level. I had so much commitment that my will was stronger than ever and even as sad as it was knowing my grandmother passed away the beginning of my freshman year, I ultimately pushed through and did not fall apart after finding out. I am not stating that I abandoned all emotions in order to strive, I am stating that success takes very strong willpower and dedication. My commitment resulted in fantastic grades throughout high school; however, the real test was slowly creeping into my life at an alarming rate.
Senioritis, as defined by dictionary.com, is
“a supposed affliction of students in their final year of high school or college, characterized by a decline in motivation or performance.”
The worst part of my existence so far was being subject to such a monstrosity that is senioritis. Of course, this plague on the same spectrum of Ebola was trying to keep me from succeeding. Senior year, the best year in many’s eyes, was falling apart before mine. Senioritis kept me from waking up on time for classes. It kept me from outperforming other students. It even kept me from making use of the extra time I had after classes to do homework and other required assignments. My motivation, my willpower, my grit was being tested and by the looks of it, I was losing. Senior year and high school itself was becoming what I think is best expressed by Dante Alighieri's quote in his 14th-century epic poem Inferno within Divine Comedy: “Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.” Being a place I did not want to wake up very early in the morning and go to on a daily basis, my high school attendance suffered and as a result so did my grades. Ultimately, the declination in my performance resulted in me failing English at one point. I began to think that I was not myself at all anymore and for the first time in my life I was failing a class and on a metaphorical level, I was failing at life. I decided it was time to try and cure myself from this curse by willpower alone and try to overcome my laziness knowing this was no easy or simple task. I began attending class every day from then on only arriving late very few times. Towards the end of the semester I brought my grade up from an F to a high D which was not much of a difference but saved me from failing AP Literature altogether. I was very proud of myself for passing but very disappointed in my grade; I did manage to sustain my 4.0 GPA however, but this was no easy task at all. It took every day for me to read chapters, write essays, do homework, study formulas and terms and methods and laws of science, and tell myself “This is for your future” for me to lift myself up from the hole in which I buried myself in. Overall, senioritis did me the favor of waking me up to reality and informing me that life will do whatever it can to try and break you but no test will overcome the grit within a person or come in between a kid and his dream.
The grit which I demonstrated in my life within the last year of high school and hitherto was pure, almost unfathomable, and pretty much tricked my body into at least believing I cured the Bubonic Senioritis Plague that lied within me. My teenage years really challenged me but I pushed through and committed to getting myself to where I am now (alive and not failing at life). No one alive will stroll through life like it’s a walk in the park and not face hardships, everyone has grit, grit that could change how you live your life, grit that could demonstrate self-control, grit that could save your grades, grit that could save your life.