This one goes out to all the seniors who just now remembered that assignment they forgot to turn in. It will be all right, chief. 

Senior year has escalated more quickly than we all anticipated, and now we are all coming down with a serious case of senioritis.  

You know that reflection you were supposed to turn in? Do not worry about it.  

Remember that extra credit assignment you were going to do? It is in the past.  

Did you forget to submit that essay you worked so diligently on? It is what it is.  

I did not write this to tell you to not do your work. To not care anymore. To give up.  

I wrote this to remind you that this is it. This is life. There are going to be things you forget, and I am here to tell you that it will not be the end of the world. As the disco queen Gloria Gaynor once said, “I will survive.” 

But do not treat this year as if it does not count. This is the year to get it all together before you are shipped away to a multi-thousand-dollar institution where you will be tormented, afflicted, left to dry in your weakest most vulnerable state. I mean, college.  

And you know that weird pain you have been feeling? The one deep in your stomach? No, it is not gas. It is fear.  

Deep down, we are all secretly terrified. We seem all calm, cool, and collected on the outside, but on the inside, it is that scene from “Step Brothers” where the bunkbed collapses but to the beat of We Will Rock You. 

Some of us may get the “Animal House” experience, while others may be the stars of “Flunked.” But do not let this discourage you.  

Let senior year be the good year, the best year, the greatest year. 

Here is to the class of 2019.  

Let us get this bread.