My memories of high school, and for that matter college, are pretty vague. I don’t actually remember doing any homework. But I do remember the paper my best friend and I forgot to do our senior year. Oops.
Luckily for us the teacher gave us an extension as long as we could write a good excuse for ourselves. My best friend was on the basketball team and their coach had just been caught having a sexual relationship with one of the other players, so she was excused easily. I, on the other hand, had no real excuse.
I just forgot. I was too caught up in thinking about prom, graduation, and the all night party. My best friend and I were going to room together in college, and we were busy planning how to decorate. School wasn’t really very high on our list.
So I wrote out an elaborate story about going back in time and meeting the people in history the paper was supposed to be about. The teacher loved it and excused it.
Then he told me I had Senioritis and I better be careful. Not all teachers are as understanding.
The same thing happened toward the end of college. I started sleeping in a little later and zoning out more in classes. I stayed up later at night hanging out with friends and reminiscing about our college days as if they were already over.
I thought it was just because the days were longer and it was light out later at night.
Then I was on the phone with my step-mom talking about graduation and she reminded me about high school.
I had Short-Timer’s Syndrome.
It’s the same thing as Senioritis, just for anytime after high school. She said that anytime something big is coming to an end we get antsy. It’s a difficult transition and we want to get past the hard part. And get to the party.
This time I can diagnose myself.
My job is about to end, my house is up for sale, and the date has been set for my move. I’m researching movers, and jobs and apartments in my soon-to-be new city.
Yup. Short-Timer’s has definitely set in.
The alarm clock seems louder in the mornings, and I have a harder time getting out of bed. I’m not putting as much time and effort into getting ready. Part of me is already gone.
On the weekends when I’m with my friends and family, the syndrome doesn’t flare up. It’s like time slows down and I can enjoy the time I have with the people I love.
But when Monday rolls around all I can see is that tunnel in front of me with the last day at the end. I am so excited to get where I’m going that I start to forget all the good things about where I’m at now.
So, for these last two weeks I’m going to try and find a remedy. I’m starting with a deep breath and a smile. I’m going to stop and enjoy the time with the co-workers I like and I’m going to live in the here and now.
It won’t stop me from being excited about my move or thinking about the road ahead. But, hopefully, it will make the transition smoother.
The only one that Short-Timer’s Syndrome hurts is me.
Have you ever experienced Short-Timer’s Syndrome? How do you focus on where you are and not just the future? Any tricks for not looking down that narrow tunnel?