Senioritis

           It's the last day of classes, and I don't have twelve substantial blog posts. Oops. My senioritis is hitting me hard, and it’s not even my last semester. I still got one more of these, and I if I keep up this steady decline in motivation, then I’m going to get to the point where I not only never leave my bed, I actually have fused with the bed itself, and we have become one.

I’m not actually a huge fan of my bed, it’s small and kind of uncomfortable, so I would prefer for this not to happen. I’ve been brainstorming some ideas to help me get excited about school again.

1.                    Pretend that every essay I write is some important document that needs to be drafted for the president in order to save the world from an alien invasion and/or zombie uprising. Why would a thoughtful look on the role of hope in the Divine Comedy have anything to do with keeping the undead at bay? Let’s leave the particulars to the president, shall we?

2.                    Make my bed even more uncomfortable. Ensuring that there is no comfort in my house makes the prospect of going to class or studying at the library an inviting one indeed.

3.                    Take classes where the homework is to look at cats online. That’s the most foolproof option I can think of.

That’s what I got so far. I would think of more but eh, I’m just so tired. I’m going to go sleep for fourteen hours and then watch an episode of Lost while pretending to study.