So it's my final semester of college (yes, I'm that young) and I'm infected with a horrid case of senioritis. Or, in my case, it's more like don't-give-a-crap-itus. I'm slacking off because I simply don't care. My GPA is already plenty high (those bastards at the Super Honor Society or whatever keep hounding me to join) and I've already completed all of my important/required classes. All that's left is a bunch of irrelevant gibberish that I couldn't give a hamster turd about.
College hasn't lived up to the hype. In fact, I don't like it and want to leave. Badly. I find that I have way more fun, feel better, and make friends easier when I'm working a job. School blows. In fact, a number of my friends have dropped out and tell me all the time that they made a great decision.
I'm not going to drop out. That would be extremely stupid, since I only have a few months left. So I'll finish off the last few months, but I'm not going to work particularly hard (except at finding a job in the real world, which is all that really matters). Where I would normally read the chapters out of a text book, I'll just watch a movie or take a walk outside in the fresh air. Or make awkward attempts to hit on chicks. Whatever. I'm just glad that I'm about finished with the useless world of ivory-tower quacks, lecture halls, and overpriced, dull text books. It makes me laugh when I think about how little any of it matters in the real world. Funny stuff!