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Senioritis: Last chance syndrome

With six months left at university, even trivial things now seem to have a much greater significance.


In the spring of my final year of high school I got a little bit stir crazy. I could not wait to move on to bigger and better things. My last fall semester as an undergrad is half over, and I am starting to feel a grasping at straws hysteria. It is a nostalgic longing for the fleeting best days of my life. If I had the chance to go back to freshman year and do it over again, I would do it in a heartbeat. And I would gladly repeat these past years at university many times over, because it does not get much better than this.

When I was a freshman, I measured my first year at Carleton University in all my different firsts. I remember my first lecture, the first time checking out a book from the library, handing in my first essay, writing my first exam in a cold gym and as nerdy as it sounds, it was always exciting for me to cross my next post-secondary hurdle.

I realized something a few weeks ago while I was packing for Thanksgiving. Sadly, as a graduating student in my fourth year, my outlook has changed. I no longer see things as brand new and exciting; instead I’m looking at every milestone as a last. That was my last Thanksgiving long weekend as a university student; my last Halloween at Carleton, and that midterm on Tuesday was last test I have to write for the fall semester.

I know how gloomy this all sounds. I’m trying to stay away from the 2012/end of the world fear mongering, but my clock is ticking. The cure for Senioritis is not to slack off! You have to keep pushing forward. When you only have six months left of university life, you have to make every second count.


Senioritis: Last chance syndrome

  1. It’s T14 US school or bust.

    Happy lawschooling.

  2. Re ; :things don’t get much etter than this…”

    The sentiment is easy to grasp, especially when one is in depths of self actualiztion, swimming in that glorious feeling of self, and getting down right funky with the way things have turned out. As in, “how did I get so lucky ?”

    However, it would not only be premature to assume that the best has come and gone, it would be incorrect. Have you ever stood at the top of a peak in The Rocky Mountains with someone you are madly in love with unable to kiss them because you were laughing so hard ? Have you ever body surfed at sunset and let your tears mix with the saulty sea water ? Have you ever held hands with the sunset ? Probably not, but these things will certainly happen, if you allow it.

    Your post reminded me of a story aout a temple bell in a Zen monestary in Japan. When each new bell that the foundry produced was finished, they would cart it to the temple, to be blessed by the Zen monks. There they would atatch a huge log to ropes, one on each end of an over hanging swing, get the log going in a back and forth motion and swinging really fast and hard, and then slam the end of the log into the freshly minted bell.

    If the virbation was pure, you could feel the bell ringing in your sternum in the centre of your chest. Sometimes in winter the virations from the bells would make the snow fall off of the surrounding pine branches. It’s always been about vibes. How you resonate with the things around you.

    Back to the bell, one time there was a very curious bird sitting on one of the branches. She was a Magpie, and she was very curious. She got the vibrations down. Then she figured, it’s just one good vibration to the next.

    Robert Harquail

    New Brunswick

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