Every high school student, or any person who knows a high schooler, is familiar with the term “senioritis,” which is used to describe the dwindling motivation that seniors feel during the second semester as graduation looms.

As I move through my final semester of high school, I’ve realized that I haven’t yet come down with the classic senioritis symptoms felt by most seniors. I have something I like to call “selective senioritis.”

I start off my day with my three hardest classes: AP Environmental Science, AP Psychology and AP Literature, which are also some of my favorite subjects. After third period I go to Advanced Journalistic Writing Honors (shoutout, Blueprint), followed by lunch, choir and gym before I end my day in math.

I’m the first to admit that the majority of my workload comes in those first three classes, and, as a result, those are the classes to which I devote the most effort. I can be found on most weeknights with my psychology textbook and notecards or writing an essay on one of a variety of novels.

On the other hand, math is one class about which I couldn’t care less because it’s gross (and I’m not studying anything that requires serious math skills in college). Thus, I rarely do the online homework or spend more than a few minutes attempting worksheets.

During my first three years of high school, the concept of not doing homework the night it was assigned was utterly inconceivable. This semester, I often take hours-long naps after school before starting my homework, and even then I do the bare minimum for the next day.

In all honesty these bad habits didn’t really start until I made my college decision, which I solidified in mid-February, but at the same time, the idea of not having straight-A’s and my teachers viewing me as lazy is wholly terrifying. It’s because of this that I refer to my senioritis as more of a selective condition rather than a matter of me full-blown ditching class and sleeping through every period.

Sometimes, I think about how my habits this semester will affect me in college, but, to be honest, I’m not super concerned. I’ve spent the majority of my life concentrated on my grades and absolutely nothing else. The way I see it, I’ve earned this semester as a grace period for all the work I’ve put in, and, come fall, I’ll be back in the groove and my motivation will return.