Senioritis
Senioritis is a term used to describe the laziness displayed by students nearing the end of high school and college in the United States and Canada. Its symptoms can include slowness, procrastination, apathy regarding schoolwork, and a tendency toward truancy. Wikipedia.
AKA this girl.
May have just done poorly on my social psych exam. Studied, but didn't care enough, and I find that I enjoy multiple choice exams less and less as life goes on.
Essay for Steppenwolf needs to be mailed by 4PM today, and I've only sort of answered the first of four questions. Want to answer "How do you think Steppenwolf will help you achieve your long term goals," with "because in case you haven't noticed, you're the Steppenwolf." Because when you say the Steppenwolf, people around here notice. Don't think it will go over well. Started my essay with why I am not premed. My mother considers it the tragic flaw in her parenting that she told me that doctors could get sick too. Despite trying to backtrack by attempting immune systems to the four year old me, the damage had been done. So now I choose to live in a cardboard box. I mean, fulfill a life dream of creating art. Not really.
Actually, any essay that asks me about long term goals bugs me. I find myself slightly offended by those who ask about them, actually. Mostly because I don't have an answer, but I feel like I should for the person who asks me. But I resent having to have said answer, because I don't think I need to have it yet. I am also offended by questions that ask "Why us". I refused to apply to any college that asked "why ::insert college name::?", and if it weren't the %&*^*&%^ Stepenwolf, I'd probably refuse to do that essay question too. But for each position, a few hundred people apply, and while I don't want candy coated bs, I still need to answer the question. I feel a bit like an imposter because I feel like I am going to go up against a hundred or so people who say, "theatre is my life, I can't live without it, and have dreamed of this since I was three." Meanwhile, I am saying, "yes, I love theatre, but forever? Well, maybe."
I have to go participate in a maze experiment, or I'd probably keep going. COnsider yourself saved.
AKA this girl.
May have just done poorly on my social psych exam. Studied, but didn't care enough, and I find that I enjoy multiple choice exams less and less as life goes on.
Essay for Steppenwolf needs to be mailed by 4PM today, and I've only sort of answered the first of four questions. Want to answer "How do you think Steppenwolf will help you achieve your long term goals," with "because in case you haven't noticed, you're the Steppenwolf." Because when you say the Steppenwolf, people around here notice. Don't think it will go over well. Started my essay with why I am not premed. My mother considers it the tragic flaw in her parenting that she told me that doctors could get sick too. Despite trying to backtrack by attempting immune systems to the four year old me, the damage had been done. So now I choose to live in a cardboard box. I mean, fulfill a life dream of creating art. Not really.
Actually, any essay that asks me about long term goals bugs me. I find myself slightly offended by those who ask about them, actually. Mostly because I don't have an answer, but I feel like I should for the person who asks me. But I resent having to have said answer, because I don't think I need to have it yet. I am also offended by questions that ask "Why us". I refused to apply to any college that asked "why ::insert college name::?", and if it weren't the %&*^*&%^ Stepenwolf, I'd probably refuse to do that essay question too. But for each position, a few hundred people apply, and while I don't want candy coated bs, I still need to answer the question. I feel a bit like an imposter because I feel like I am going to go up against a hundred or so people who say, "theatre is my life, I can't live without it, and have dreamed of this since I was three." Meanwhile, I am saying, "yes, I love theatre, but forever? Well, maybe."
I have to go participate in a maze experiment, or I'd probably keep going. COnsider yourself saved.