You Know You Have Senioritis When…

11. You play fun little games against your personal bests, like "How Long Can I Go Without Opening That Textbook?" and "How Long Can I Drag Out This Conversation With A Stranger To Avoid Doing My Homework?" (One of my books is still shrink wrapped.)

10. You and your friends speak of in-class sleeping postures like yoga positions: "Today I did Pen-in-Hand, Forehead-on-Fist." "Really? I went with Drooping-Head, Reading-Book-in-Lap." (And then my professor went with Zero-in-Gradebook.)

9. You start to give your friends practical gifts for holidays like toasters and panini presses and silverware sets. (I love my blender.)

8. You applied to grad school because you are terrified of being a real adult. (I am also terrified of debt.)

7. You didn't apply to grad school because you can't stand being in school for another minute. (Or you forgot because you got caught up in a Spongebob Squarepants marathon.)

6. You celebrate 100 nights…and 99 nights…and 98 nights…and 97 nights…(Is it bad I celebrate 100 mornings, too? It's 5:00 somewhere.)

5. You are 100 percentconvinced you have fulfilled your four-year quota of class participation, and conduct yourself accordingly. (I've got to practice my Downward-Facing-Eyelids.)

4. On day three of your last semester you already have a dorm room exit strategy: "I need three bins, one of those big plastic things on wheels, two black trashbags, a dolly, and a big cardboard box, and I'll be outta here in two trips." (I call dibs on the big plastic thing on wheels that doesn't have the gunk and cardboard boxes on the bottom that got soaked in rainwater last semester.)

3. You're sitting in your only 200-level gen-ed left and as you look around you realize with horror that the freshman sitting next to you was born in 1990, and you're way too old for this. (Last time I took a 200 level it was walking backwards, barefoot in the snow, uphill both ways, being pestered by a mosquito that couldn't take a hint.)

2. You look in your closet at all your interview attire and realize with horror none of your blacks match, and you're way too young for this. (What am I gonna do with all my Star Wars t-shirts now?)

And the number one reason you know you have Senioritis is…

1. Through your classes, jobs, homework, dreams, meetings, interviews, seminars, independent studies, group studies, breakfasts, lunches, dinners, bags of popcorn, all-nighters, 2:00 a.m. showers, laundry piles, textbooks, timesheets, games, staples, budget proposals, presentations, research papers, Petri dishes, dissections, lesson plans, powerpoints, projections, drawings, programs, weekend events, labs, essays, theses, writer's blocks, rehearsals, practices, and broken pencil points, there is one word humming and buzzing in your head without respite, coloring every day and every minute of this agonizing semester of anticipation: "Almost." (May 24. Mark it. I know you already did.)