Senioritis. It’s a real problem. For me, it started sophomore year. My sister was a senior and getting ready to graduate, so by default, I was ready to move on to college with her too.

I was ready for school to be over, for summer, for life’s next big step. Then, my sister graduated and I was still stuck in this prison: reality check.

I watched on as her friends and she picked out dorm decorations, said their goodbyes to high school and basked in their accomplishments, envying every moment.

After sophomore year, I committed to play lacrosse in college. I now knew what college I would attend in two years. I knew my future teammates. I knew what my life after high school would be like.

My senioritis increased exponentially. Two years seemed like an eternity to wait before I was out into the world by myself.

Next came junior year – the year from hell. My dad had died the summer before. I was taking an insane amount of AP classes. The entire year seemed to drag on; there was no end in sight.

By the end, I thought I was ready for college. I did not need a senior year. I kicked myself for not graduating early and taking the first bus out of town.

That summer passed by in a blur; time always seems to speed up near the end – it’s weird that way. My senior year moved faster and faster, too, but most of the time it did not move quickly enough for me. My senioritis continued to grow.

Now, here I am with graduation less than a month away. I have fewer than twenty days of high school left and no motivation to do anything.

I was beyond ready to graduate sophomore year. I could not wait another year to graduate during junior year. Senior year could not end soon enough. I now stand days away from walking across that stage, and my senioritis is only getting worse.

Some people believe senioritis isn’t real. Underclassmen: don’t let yourself be fooled – it’s coming for you.