Unbearable.
The description fits perfectly as the class of 2014 tries to pull themselves from the hypersonic summer that slipped through our fingers like a breeze through the branches. We will, however, manage to fall into sync as we’ve done many times before. For I, like many seniors, am willing to approach this academic year with an uplifting (in the most loose sense of the word) spirit. We are reminded of all the “lasts” of our Ignatian careers, like the Mass of the Holy Spirit, which alleviates our Senioritis temporarily, opening a window of about four weeks of productivity.
In a matter of months we will be part of the elite alumni group that recalls so fondly their years here at Wildcat High, and I don’t want to end half assed. So, fellow seniors, I challenge you to ignore the intrinsic, fourth-year chill in your bones. The very chill that inspires brilliant choices such as completing 8th period homework during the examen or skipping school for “mental health reasons.” One more year men (or until you get accepted somewhere), give it your best (75% is pretty good too) to finish up strong. With that, I wish you luck.
Apathetically,
Paden Nagle
Experienced Slacker
