By SARAH LEWIS, Editor-in-Chief

I kicked off my senior year as an undergrad last Thursday with a sneeze…and a sniffle…and a cough.

While I think my post nasal drip and hacking cough have nothing to do with my nearing graduation date, I already can tell one thing is for sure: I’ve got a bad case of senioritis.

It’s like my body knew my mind was not eager to battle through this last year, so my immune system just went kaput.

Naturally, I couldn’t help but think that this vicious and untimely cold was an omen. A foreshadowing of how the rest of my days at this university would be.

It was a mere five minutes before my first class started on Thursday when I became that girl. The should have, could have, would have, but didn’t stay home because it’s the first day of class even though she’s sick girl.

Tried as I might, there was no way I could cloak my illness. No amount of concealer could have hidden the red and droopy skin under my eyes. Even my faux throat clearing couldn’t disguise my incessant sniffles. As I began collecting angry stares from my healthful classmates, I couldn’t help but think, “Is this real life?”

I was trudging through the parking lot with my spiteful attitude after classes when I nearly barreled over a wide-eyed and out of breath freshman running into CASL.

I realized in the moment I came this close to knocking the living daylights out of a frazzled freshman that I was going about this whole senioritis deal entirely wrong.

I’m not supposed to be angry at the world because I’m graduating. Obviously it sucks that I have snot drooling out of my nose at an impressive rate, but there’s a bright side.

Doesn’t everyone in the university want to end up where I’ll be in a few short months: entering the gym in the Fieldhouse for my first time ever to seize my well-earned diploma. I can see it now through my watering eyes filled to the brim with emotion. False alarm. It wasn’t emotion, just another sneeze.

But sure, I’m allowed to abhor my 100 level biology class because I’m a journalism major. Although, I need to realize I am not going to fail out of college because of some wheezing and sneezing during the first day…or weeks actually. What can I say, this is some kind of unremitting affliction.

Call it whatever you like: la grippe, the plague, senioritis…All I know is it ain’t gonna tie me down.

Don’t mind me, I’ll just be the girl happily sitting in the back of the room blowing her nose and possibly hacking up a lung during lecture.