I have never related to Stanley more than I do during my last semester of college.
By now, I have been a student for eighteen years. I’ve invested almost four years of my life into this school alone. After all this time, hundreds of classes, dozens of all-nighters and infinite schoolwork… it’s starting to get old. As the finish line approaches, it seems the less motivation I have to complete the final stretch.
Honestly, I’m just as excited about finishing this semester as the characters of The Office are about selling overpriced paper for a living. It seems like the show exists in a constant state of senioritis, and it pretty much goes like this:
1. Everyday feels the same.
The classes, the assignments, the presentations, the lectures… it all starts to blend together as you start your final semester. If senioritis is really taking over, you’re probably trying to figure out how to use one assignment for all four of your classes.
2. The work is irrelevant.
At this point, you probably have everything you need to be a functioning member of society. These last couple classes are just a formality. You need them for that damn piece of paper, but are you actually excited about them? Probably not.
3. Distractions are everywhere.
You can’t help but dream of the days when schoolwork isn’t a thing. Spring break is weeks away, but that won’t stop your mind from wandering. Only months separate you from the freedom of summer, and nothing really matters more than that.
4. It’s okay to be dramatic.
You’re about to graduate. The real world is coming. Professors are still making you do ice-breakers and handing out assignments just for the hell of it. Your world is about to change entirely, which is a valid reason to freak out, like, on the daily.
5. You just don’t care…
Late to class? Did an assignment wrong? Slept through a group meeting? Stayed up all night watching Netflix? Spent all your money on booze and food? Didn’t prepare for a presentation? Does any of it seriously matter anymore?
6. …and you don’t want to talk about it.
Everyone’s asking you: what’s the next step? Do you have plans for after graduation? Do you have a job lined up? When are you getting your own place? You can’t not answer politely, but that doesn’t mean the conversation doesn’t wear on your already depleted patience.
Face it, senioritis has turned you into Stanley. Eye rolls, sarcasm and sass. Is the day even complete without a little of all three?