(January 24, 2008) — High school: seemingly endless torture that when reaching its fourth and final year causes students to develop a strange disorder referred to as “senioritis.” As a freshman, I found going to school a wonderful adventure: I was learning new things every day and I was making new friends. Things got tougher sophomore year as I entered the Davis’ class with a fear that had me waking up at night. And as if that wasn’t enough, I managed to enter Publications, which at the time meant I had to make a visit to the Davis’ classroom twice a day. I eventually gained some control of my life and moved onto junior year, which, I can honestly say, was my least stressful year at Clark. I am now a senior, and with that, I have realized that I have been lied to my entire high school career. It’s not the easiest year, not by a long shot. Not only have I applied to about six colleges, but I’ve also had to stress about my test scores, driving, AP classes and endless homework. I’ve managed to do extremely well in my difficult classes, but in the classes that I took just receive an “easy A,” I’m getting C’s. As a senior, I’m taking seven classes and none of them are TA classes. Now, after months of stressing over college, I get to turn my focus to my senior project. With all this stress you think I have the luxury of “senioritis?” NO! I have had “senioritis” my entire high school career and now that I’m supposed to have it, I don’t even have the time to clean my room. My main point in this is that underclassmen, realize that if you think you’re going to go into your senior year and just “ride on through,” you have another thing coming. The privilege of wearing that green gown comes at a price: you’re sanity. And sophomores, just so you can stop complaining about your time with Mr. and Mrs. Davis, by the time I GRADUATE I will have spent 1,080 hours in the Davis’ classroom—that’s 45 days total without sleep (well some sleep).