Newsflash: surging senioritis.

Yes, folks, it can return in college. Senioritis, the scourge of homework and the sense of responsibility. Grades tumble. Deadlines pass without notice. Planners attract dust, thrown in a corner as they are. This concerning disease affects both high school and college seniors, and being one of those (thank god the latter), I am concerned.

For the first time since I can remember, I have missed a homework assignment. Not one, but two. TWO. In my defense, I did them but only forgot to send them via email. Does that make my forgetfulness better, or worse?

The obligation to go to class five days a week, once both normal and welcomed, is now very lamentable. If only I could sit at home, work on arts and crafts while watching bad tv and baking bread. Vacuuming when I want to (well, that's never). Walking. Running. No notes, no busywork, no meaningful work.

But alas! I must continue. The constant trudge. As I write this I feel sheepish complaining about my cushy life as a rich, happy, and healthy girl living in one of the most picture-perfect city streets of an infant city. Untroubled by money or real academic struggle, I can still submit a whole blog post on my sheer unwillingness to devote some amount of time to the only real commitment I have...

Oh whatever.