Senioritis happens to the best of us but its not always your choice. This year, my home, as well as my school, was flooded by Hurricane Harvey (forcing us to borrow a campus 13 miles away for only half-day schedules), my aunt died of brain cancer, and I’ve been recovering from a serious bout of a still undiagnosed illness. My dreams of starting a Language Club in which I could teach what I’ve been studying for years was crushed along with any hope of teachers offering a tutoring schedule or getting a real part-time job.
Despite this, life carried on. We found a new apartment near my high school within weeks. I walk to the bus stop at 10:30 and we get to school around 11:20. Teachers are often milling about ready to answer questions, and major clubs still meet on occasion (albeit RARE occasion). We get around 3 hours of instruction a week, so most classes have become strictly lecture and tests with extra hw and reading at home.
I’m taking late arrival to offset the 6 AP classes I’m taking this year (7 if you consider that Gov and Econ are both 1 semester). My grades have slipped from a A+ to an A last year to an A- now, but college admissions but extra pressure to work hard. I’m graduating a year early due to all my summer classes and I love my teachers.
The point of this is that having a little struggle in senior year won’t kill you, but don’t slip into a habit of putting things off and hoping for the best.