Free At Last Senioritis Claims Another Victim

My mind and soul are tired now; they’ve been like that for quite awhile. Tired of existing in a state of blah, because that is just about all high school is, a state of blah.

If ignorance is truly bliss, then high school is heaven. Ignorance abounds, like a thick, numbing fog that envelops an entire student body.

An entire student body ignorant of love, ignorant of hate, ignorant of life and ignorant of their own ignorance. The beautiful thing is, ignorance knows no gender or color. It’s the most politically correct item on the planet.

Yes, I am tired of high school, an illness some refer to as senioritis, but I think you can fall prey to it any time in your sweet high school career.

I’m tired of going through the same monotonous motions every day, dragging my butt out of bed and fighting to stay awake through classes that I question the relevancy of.

I’m tired of driving into our school parking lot and seeing half of the lazy student body illegally parked.

I’m tired of walking through that parking lot and seeing Joe Future Flipsa-Burger with his Marlboro tucked above his ear and shades pressed tightly to his head sitting in the back of a pick-up trying to look tough in his disregard for education.

Speaking of education, I had always believed my school was doing a decent job of it, educating the students, that is. Unfortunately, I’ve come to realize I was wrong. One major subject has been overlooked: independent thinking.

If school was truly preparing students for the future, it would teach students to think for themselves … Individualism 101 should be a required course in high school.

I don’t think I would have such a dramatic case of senioritis if I was surrounded by individuals rather than lemmings.

Yes, I’m tired. Tired of people who join “honor societies” to bolster resumes, tired of people who only smile when smiling is fashionable, tired of groovy teenage love lives, low-riders, tinted windows, Jeeps, trucks, and I’m tired of myself.

I realize that I owe a lot to high school; it has helped me mature in countless ways. It was nice for a time but that time has expired.

The excitement of high school: the motion, the spirit, the women and the color, it’s disappeared long ago. Life has become stagnant, and it’s time to move on down the road.