Everyone is asking me and my homies what we’re doing after graduation. The questioner’s motives are debatable. If he or she is also a senior and not your friend, he or she probably has a solid plan to brag about.  Or maybe he or she is just trying to gauge how much ahead of you they are in planning and how much cooler he or she potential job or grad school is than yours. 

But regardless, the question isn’t cool if you’re like me and have no clue what you’re doing as soon as Creighton boots you. 

LSAT? MCAT? GRE? Peace Corps? Med school? Backpacking Europe? What path is expected of me? What do people expect my answer to this question to be? The possible answers are endless, and how many of us are actually sure if the answer we give is the “right” one?

That uncertainty is the steadily unsure foundation on which my senioritis continues to build.

Because if I do my homework quickly and then have any amount of downtime, I will start to think about the fact that in eight months I’m no longer in college and I have no idea what that means.

I guess it sort of means that I have no more classes, no more date parties and no more advisors telling me exactly what I’m doing with my days in order to accomplish the goal of graduation. Stop thinking about that. 

So how about we fill up every second of every waking hour with something social or pointless, push our homework to the very back burner and then fill up the non-social hours frantically cramming for whatever homework we are selectively forgetting about? If we keep our brains in a whirlwind, we won’t have time to touch down and think about the future. 

It’s just a theory. But if you’re a senior, pause for a second and consider it. Actually, don’t pause, ever, or you might find that my theory is right.