Senioritis

I haven't had this feeling for years. You remember it, don"t you? The queasy feeling of impatient anticipation preceding every summer vacation since you were old enough for school? Remember how that feeling intensified every year until you hit the big one - 12th grade? Those last few weeks of school were a joke. The only things I remember about the very end of my Senior year in High School were the pranks, skipping class a lot (because we weren't doing anything anyway), and graduation. And how those last two weeks dragged on and on and on and on...

I'm in full-reminiscence mode now. Monday starts my official last two weeks at my current job, and then...SUMMER BREAK BABY!!! It's been a long four years since my last summer break, and I plan to make up for all that lost time. I have trips planned to Lake Powell, San Francisco, and Peru! I have projects galore! I have so much playing, sleeping in, and socializing to do, I'm not sure I can fit it all into one summer!

Of course, what this means is that I'm absolutely worthless at work. And hardly motivated. Not intentionally, of course, but my mind keeps wandering to afternoons by the pool, evenings spent with friends, souvenirs in Chinatown, and the llamas of Machu Picchu.

I've definitely got a bad case of Senioritis, and I don't think there's a remedy. I just need to pull through these last two weeks...