I remember, back in my high school years – drastic and evil periods of semesters I choose to keep locked away, safe in my brain – being struck, battered by a case of “senioritis” – a little known disease that affects the maturity level of, well, seniors. But just when I thought it was in remission, procrastination and immaturity declared the disease had only been hiding.

I know what it’s like. Sitting in class, listening to the drone of the teacher as they try to usher you – another cow – through the stalls of college – it can wear on the mind. The external expectations and distance of a future that seems so unreal culminates into one obtrusive feeling that just stews and boils until one day it pops.

I’ve wondered if it was the weather, the unflinching clouds and characteristically unpredictable rain. There are people out there who believe the seasons affect the mental state of humans, as well as base animals.

But it’s not the teacher’s fault, nor any meteorological annoyances. It’s your fault.
Yes, there is fault to pin, and the tack should go right on your ass.

I’ve been telling myself to wake up for awhile now, and sure, it’s hard. But you just have to. We all have to.

I, for one, wouldn’t like to flunk out of college and morph into one of those cracked-out losers standing on the street begging for money so they can satisfy their meth habit or drinking binges or whatever gets their jollies off. But, to be fair to bums, I also don’t want to be an apathetic, middle-class citizen who never really finds the motivation to live life to its absolute fullest.

I’m not saying you’ll fail in life if you don’t do well in college. I’m saying, look: all the things that are important to you now will be there later if you love ‘em enough. Hanging with friends and doing unmentionable fun things is great – but you will have the rest of your life to do those things, and you might not have the rest of your life to reach your potential.