I have been feeling increasingly unmotivated and unenthusiastic during this last semester of grad school. I have been procrastinating even more than usual and doing fewer and fewer of the readings.
(Oddly, I have also found myself participating more in class, which perhaps means that my bullshitting skills have increased over the past year and a half.)
As I was describing all this to PiC, she told me what was going on in no uncertain terms: “You have senioritis.”
She has a point. All the symptoms are there (minus the truancy/skipping class…for now). And it’s definitely worse when the weather is nice. It has all the makings of senioritis.
But, seriously, who gets senioritis during only a two year program?
Maybe the time has nothing to do with it. Maybe it’s just inevitable to get that slacking urge when you see the light at the end of the tunnel.
You know you’re so close that you could practically coast the rest of the way. Besides, it’s not like anyone wants to fail you. Right?
I think that’s what’s going on here. In 12 weeks, I’ll officially have my degree. In 10 weeks, though, I’ll have turned in every last final and will have my life back. My weekends, my evenings, my sanity, my money for things other than books and tuition – they will all be mine again.
Hopefully that motivation will be enough to power me through the next 70 days.
Because I just don’t care enough to try to find another cure.