As you probably know by now, I tend to write about things that are significant to my life or pertinent within culture at the time. That being said, let’s talk about the wonderful phenomenon affectionately known as “The Senior Slide”.
Now as is true with a fairytale, there is a certain element of magic that surrounds Senioritis. Before, we nervously obsessed about term papers, tests, quizzes, and daunting reading assignments. Somehow, magically, overnight drunks, extensive tanning and Frisbee on the quad during class, and something called body shots replaced these stressful pastimes. How do we explain this unreal transition? Why, it’s the Prince Charming known as the job offer.
Much like Cinderella, we toiled beneath icy stares of those who condemned us to menial labor; awful, heartless tasks like Managerial Economics and Calculus II. We prayed for deliverance, and my friends, that is exactly what we received. Princes and suitors of all shapes and sizes lined up at the proverbial ball known as the Career Fair, giving opportunities to even us lowly beings with 2.9 GPAs. When the glass slipper finally fit, well, it was 5 o’clock pretty much everywhere and all the time for the next week.
So I guess this is where the happy ending comes in. Four years worth of difficulty followed by this victorious grace period where we ride triumphantly off into the sunset. Well deserved. However, we never hear about what happens to princes and princesses after their “Happily Ever After’s”; it’s probably because they start office jobs in Columbus, Ohio.
Completely unrelated, here’s a video of a little girl who is clearly more knowledgeable about music than half of the civilized world:
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