Dear Senioritis,
We meet again.
To be completely honest, I have never been able to escape from you. Whether I was a freshman, sophomore, or junior, you plagued me in other sneaky, seductive forms — procrastination, pure laziness, fatigue. In a way, you have always threatened to be a part of my life, and now you have decided to make your move. To challenge me.
I’m going to admit, I won’t be able to resist you at times. We’re only a few weeks in and already I feel the pull of your empty promises, your conniving ways that tempt me to abandon my textbooks and my papers in favor of hours on social media or random cleaning and cooking sprees. You are like the devil — cloyingly sweet, a shape-shifting tempter, disguised in what can seem like wonderful things.
However, I have spent enough time in school and have heard enough about you to know what you do and what you look like. You may whisper sweet nothings in my ear, assuring me that everything will be alright, that things will just work themselves out eventually even if I only pay attention for 20 minutes out of the 80-minute lecture, even if I decide not to read the textbook chapter beforehand because who cares about that? You tell me if I’m probably not going to get it perfect the first time, I definitely won’t any other time so I should just stop trying.
You prey on the weak.
Yet, I know I am not weak. In contrast to your insistent, high-pitched, whiny voice, the voices of confidence and strength are loud. Deafening, even. Those voices tell me that you are a myth in my life and that I will do my best to avoid falling into your traps again. They reinforce daily the idea that I have a purpose to being in college, that I am part of something way bigger than myself, and that I have gifts and talents to bring to the world that are furthered by my education.
I am strong.
I am capable.
I know that my inner desires, dreams, and goals scream louder than any lies senioritis can whisper in my ear.
Sincerely,
Someone Who Refuses to Back Down