Senioritis: High School and Marking Period

When I was younger I failed myself and my family when I got held back a grade because I was not showing any progress in any of my subjects. I lost all of my friends, they began to talk bad about me because they thought I was not as Intelligent as they were. This effected me emotionally, I begged my parents not to hold me back a grade and to let me stay with my friends but my parents being tough said no, because school isn't about being close with friends, its about learning and making something of yourself. I learned a very important lesson the day I got held back a grade and that is to never give up and to strive to be the best in anything I do. I also learned that friends come and go, and that I can make more friends. I started studying every

I remember the beginning of sixth grade, just like it was yesterday. Walking through the doors I had my backpack and lunchbox in hand excited to pass all classes with no problem.Unfortanately that thought was just a thought. Over the course of the year I failed tremendously by receiving my very first unsatisfactory grade. Before I have never received anything lower than a “B”, so to see a “C” it was heartbreaking for me. I know most students would love to see a “C” on their report card, satisfied with the feeling of not failing. Every report card I kept getting that same feeling of disappointment of seeing that “C” on my report card.

I realized that, I was nowhere near the certain amount of credits need to graduate. With that information, I was told that I was going to get kicked off the badminton team and I was not allowed to continue breakdancing because of my poor grades. The things I loved doing were starting to affect me because of how poorly I was doing in school. I was starting to feel left out because I was not serious about my education which led to not being able to do certain things. So I began to make up all my work and attend school everyday. Within a month, I was able to raise my GPA from a 1.6 to a

The quizzes were a huge part of my grade, and I didn’t retake them. I was so close to 60% to a D, I stressed out for nothing. My grade was still an F, and in the final i did horrible. I didn’t pass the class and i had to accepted it. I failed and I couldn't do nothing about it. I went to my counselor to ask her if she could change my class to another teacher because i was having difficulty with my teacher. My teacher was the only teacher that would to a quiz every friday. I explained to my counselor and i even begged her to change my schedule. But, it didn’t work the counselor asked me if i retook the quizzes and well i told her no. So, she told me that she wasn’t gonna change my schedule because i didn’t “tried” to raise my grade. At first, i got a mad at the counselor for refusing to change my teacher. But, then after I realize that it was my fault because I never did my quiz corrections and i never signed up for retaking a quiz. After, the semester ended I received my report card for my final grades, and I got really upset because all my classes were A’s except my Algebra II was an F. I didn't get my 5 credits, so now I’m missing 5

First of all, I did not understood English very well, and second, I discovered that I was going to graduate two years later than what I thought; I became a sophomore instead of a senior, and I did not like that. I can still hear on my mind the bad comments that some important people from school told me about my capabilities, without knowing how hard-worker and determined I was going to be. About two weeks after I started my first semester, I realized that my English was good, and having that on mind, I decided to do my best to graduate in one

Nothing else really matters to the teenagers at the time because high school is all they really know. Senioritis plants a poison in senior’s minds that they don’t feel something is necessary to them. The poison injected by senioritis stings of change. Although there is nothing wrong with high school, seniors begin to feel dead. They don’t find the excitement of attending high school anymore. Senioritis can be contagious; it gets to the best of the seniors out there. Without realizing it, seniors mentally begin preparing to leave their lives as they know them for change. Seniors don’t really comprehend why they suddenly resent high school, but they do. They are bored with it. High school becomes dreadful to the seniors, and they just want out. Senioritis makes seniors anxious to get out of the boring, humdrum lives they lead and move on to bigger and better things, though they tend to have no idea what those bigger and better things may

I decided that I was going to go to Craven Community College and work on finishing the classes I needed to get my high school diploma. Unfortunately, that did not happen either. When I was seventeen, my mother unexpectedly passed away. My mother was my best friend and it was a huge loss to me and the rest of my family. I went through a period of grieving which lasted for almost a year. The subject of school was brought up again and I decided to get my GED from Craven. The fall after I received my GED, I started my first semester. I had to deal with anxiety and this feeling I had that I was a failure. I had to remind myself that I suffered in school because of my mental illness, not because I was stupid. I have recently started my third semester at Craven and I have a 4.0 GPA. I still have to deal with anxiety, mood swings, and stepping up as a mother figure to my little sister, but I have never let any of this bring me down. I have not given up and I never will. I use my past experiences as a way of reminding myself have far I have come, and that I am strong enough to take on anything I want to do in the future. That is why I feel like I would be a good candidate for

I failed AP English. I had missed the second quarter of the school year, almost completely, due to… technical difficulties. I got discharged from the hospital mid-February, and for the remainder of junior year, the majority of my waking thoughts revolved around passing 11th grade. With motivational speeches coming at me from my parents, friends, and teachers, I began to believe I had a chance of passing the year. I did my best, which apparently was not enough. My teacher had picked up on my tremendous amount of effort, and on the last day of school, bumped my grade up to a low D — just enough to pass. I was not exactly about to put my grade on display or anything, but I passed! Technically. This is not one of the underdog-who-succeeded stories. The real success for me was (look away, it’s cliché) realizing my best was enough. I sound disgusting.

Senioritis is one of the ongoing issues high school students are always warned about. But, to what extent is the warning meaningful to us? In my opinion, I never thought of senioritis as a common disease that has the power to contaminate the upperclassmen. When I was an underclassman, I always heard seniors complaining about teachers giving them so much homework and procrastinating every single second. At one point, I would be annoyed by their complaints. I didn’t believe that senioritis was real until now, as I’m constantly thinking about when I will go home and continuously slacking on my schoolwork. Many seniors, like me who have developed

Urban Dictionary states that Senioritis is “a crippling disease that strikes high school seniors. Symptoms include: laziness, an over-excessive wearing of sweatpants, athletic shorts, and sweatshirts. Also features a lack of studying, repeated absences, and a generally dismissive attitude. The only known cure is a phenomenon known as Graduation.”

Senior year is where students face many real life, difficult decisions, staying up and being out late, becoming extremely tired and much less motivated than the average student. Unmotivated and tired seniors are given their very own term: senioritis. In a high school survey in North Carolina, 78% of the school's seniors say they believe they have senioritis and struggle with focusing and staying motivated (Omniscient). Senioritis is a growing mental illness that high school seniors face. More and more high schools are recognizing that students are not doing as well as they

People may think that senioritis is just for seniors but that is an incorrect assumption. I started to feel it when I was in my freshman year. As the classes got harder, the motivation got weaker for the students, including me. Junior year is mostly declared one of the hardest years in high school and that is when my senioritis came in, full blown. It was the year that decided to take some difficult classes; pre-calc and Restaurant and Food Industry Management 113 (ServSafe Sanitation and Safety). The agonizing pain of pre-calc as I struggled through the semester was more than what I wanted. This is where the Journey to Excellence started last year and having the free will to be able to turn in assignments whenever, and not getting marked down

Imagine a 12th grade student sitting in class looking miserable, tired, and annoyed. Looking around, one notices her mood seems to spread and show up in other students. One by one each person in the class changes. They snap at each other, turn work in late, put in half effort, and don’t pay attention. Teachers notice it, parents notice it, and even the students notice it. The cause of this lack of interest is simple, senioritis. While senioritis isn’t considered a serious sickness it has only one cure, graduation. Senioritis is a sickness that most seniors experience at least once in their lifetime where a student is done with school and have mentally checked out before the year has come to an end. A person stops putting in effort and stops caring because they are simply tired of the whole idea of school.

My first semester of my first year at Glendon College is soon coming to an end with only two papers and one final exam left to write. As I reflect back on the semester, I recall telling myself at least once a week that I wanted to drop out of school, followed by many breakdowns, crying fits and calling defeat. The past few months, haven’t been at all easy for me, I have thought many times I wasn’t intelligent enough to be in university, I was disappointed with some of the grades I received and I was constantly engulfed in a swarm of stress. Despite all these tough times, I have had many good one’s as well, I have made new friends which are now integral to my everyday life and I have enhanced my knowledge to a new degree.

Knowing I didn’t study, I held in my breath and closed my eyes as he handed me the three sheets of scribbles and sloppily circled answers. Slowly I opened my eyes and looked down at my grade, and there it was, 49%. My first failing grade. My cheeks turned as red as the sharpie the teacher used to mark my paper. Embarrassment and shame crashed over me. Page flip after page flip, I scanned my mistakes and then immediately shoved the papers into my folder. Other classmates were gawking at their success and I didn’t want them to see my failure. That grade haunted my mind for forever, it seemed.