Recently, when hearing talk of next school year, an unfortunate yet pleasant phrase keeps popping into my head: “Not my problem.” It’s that time of the year again, when the seniors start counting the days. Everyone looks forward to the end of school: For freshman it’s that much closer to studying abroad, for sophomores, it’s their ticket home, for juniors, it’s the beginning of the end. But as a senior, there is a special (and dangerous) kind of anticipation to the closing of that final semester.
Obviously, I don’t want to ...