Ahhh, January — the indisputable worst month in the life of a high school senior. The holiday frenzy is over, and the only reminder of that excitement is a stray ball of wrapping paper lodged between couch cushions or a forgotten gift found in the closet, hidden behind a stack of wool sweaters. While the weather spared us this past December, the new year promises to bring frigid temperatures, snow, sleet, and ice; my freshly showered hair is sure to freeze during each early morning trek into school.
Midterms are fast approaching. And thanks to our shortened February “recess,” there is no foreseeable break in sight. Usually, after I air my grievances with the first month of the year, I commit to putting my head down and powering through it, hoping to wake up to a thaw and the second-semester-senior slump I have patiently awaited. If you haven’t guessed already, I find myself longing to be somewhere else during this time (preferably the tropics). However, I’ve recently begun to subdue my aversion and view it through a new lens, thanks to some help from the much-older and much-wiser Class of 2018.