The closer I get to graduation, the more interesting my weekendintrigues become. Senioritis has set in deep and the symptoms areaffecting my social life.
I realized this weekend while hanging out with Strawberry 'n'them that my blas� attitude may have people wondering if I'mon a steady diet of Xanax. There is no Rush Limbaugh scandal tospeak of here -- I just don't care.
Since it set in that I am about to be out of school and in thereal world, it's as if I have less than a month to live. I feellike this is the last time I'll be able to just go with the flow.My inhibitions are taking suicide dives out the window. (Or maybethat's the four vodka and Sprites I drank Saturday ... Nah.)
It's a race to the graduation finish, but school is the lastthing on my mind. I'm already a procrastinator, yet I'm stillfinding time to push the deadlines.
All I can think about is having fun. I know there is life aftercollege, but it reminds me of the big change after high school.That was the ultimate in carefree living. No rent, no bills, no10-page papers.
Sure, life was more dramatic then. Every break up was the end ofthe world, rumors spread like wildfire, and getting your first carfelt like you'd just been freed from parental prison. It felt coolhaving a neon purple pager stuck in my pocket, and going to themovies was the social event of the season. I always wanted to hangout with friends, and I used to hum the theme song to MissionImpossible as I snuck out my bedroom window and shimmied down thestorm drain to meet them on the corner.
Those were the days.
Now, although some of the unnecessary drama has toned down, someof the fun has been sucked away, too. I still enjoy life butsometimes with a chip on my shoulder.
Sure, I hated the fact that my parents were strict when all Iwanted to do was stay out all night. But now that I can, it haslost its appeal. (Not so much so that I wasn't up until at least 4a.m. every night this weekend, but like I said, I think these arethe effects of senioritis.)
Until senioritis hit, I was making an effort to stay in more. Iwas becoming an adult. Ugh.
However, now that I'm in the throws of a pre-commencement coma,I want to revert back to the glory days of high school. I want toseize the few days I have left until I'm forced to grow up and losea little more of the apathy that is youth.
So I guess my friends will have to put up with my bad influencefor a couple more weekends.
Am I the only one who is terrified? E-mail me attamore@memphis.edu if you can relate and/or if you want to tear upthe town with me one last time before we take the graduationplunge. Before I take this next step, I am going to leave mymark.
