The anxieties of senior year develop more as deadlines approach students

By Ally Melnik, ’18

The day of reckoning is nigh: graduation is coming and there’s nothing we can do to stop it. I don’t know about you, dear reader, but I remember entering high school with the thought “I cannot wait to graduate and leave Columbus.” But as the day comes closer, I’m suddenly wishing to be back in elementary school, playing during recess instead of having to fill out six different college applications by the dreaded Nov. 1.

After recently turning in my cap and gown order form, writing my college essay and filling out the Common App, the realization that May 27 is only six months away instead of six years fills me with terror, but also a smidge of excitement.

Senior year is an enigma to me. My UA-alum cousins always glorified senior year to me, saying how much fun senior pranks are (one of my cousins claims that her class is the reason why the stuffed bear is in a glass case) and how the year is significantly easier than any other grade. I don’t know if we experienced different senior years, what with there being a ten-year difference between my cousins and myself, but if I could pick one adjective to describe senior year so far, it wouldn’t be fun, it would be stressful.

I don’t know what made me think taking four AP classes, having my capstone project due in January, meeting all of my college requirements and working weekends at the same time was a good idea — I’m definitely feeling the repercussions now. Relaxation? Never heard of her.

Granted, as each day passes where I would rather chew glass then write another answer to another college-required question, I still can’t believe I’m here. Each year would pass and I would say to myself “only x amount of years until graduation.” Now I have a countdown of how many days until I walk across the stage at the Schott (for those of you wondering, 191 days as of when this issue comes out, including weekends and holidays).

So, graduation, hit me with your best shot. Give me a B in Calculus, let me realize I need two teacher letter of recommendations weeks before applications are due, bring it all on. No matter how terrifying or bloody the battle gets, I will graduate and break free from the UA bubble to go on and (hopefully) do bigger and better things.