Senioritus is a plague that has begun to set in on the Class of 2015. It’s clear by the looks on the faces of many seniors that their minds are off somewhere else. Many of them talk about job prospects for next year and how little they care about school work. To be fair, not everyone has fallen into the trap of senioritis. There are many out there fighting it out to the end, seemingly vaccinated against the perverse illness.
Those students that have caught the virus, however, seem to find that the most irritating thing about having senoritus is not the inwards lack of motivation for anything related to school or the stress about graduation, but instead the parade of people asking about one’s plans for next year. Upon, finding out that it’s a students senior year, most respond with, “Oh, what are you doing next year?” They don’t particularly like the answer most students give at this point, which is, “I have no idea.”
While some are ready to jump into the world at full speed, others are willing, or need, to take their time and think it all through. It’s no wonder many students are taking a year off between their graduation from the University and their next venture, whether it be a trip to the Kibbutz before law school, or a trip to Brussels before a stint at Bain Capital. Senioritis can be an easy signal to just, take a break.



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