Senioritis

I have got a terrible case of senioritis.
I am in my second to last semester.
I can feel myself graduating.
Feel it in my 22 year old bones.
Graduation.
Cap and Gown.
The whole shebang!
Yes.
I feel it.
Love it.
This is bad.
Because:
a) I still have two more semesters to go.
b) I need to get good grades.
Sigh.
I wish I could just pay someone to take my classes for me.
No scratch that.
Rewind.
I wish I could learn my osmosis.
Just sort of touch my books and BOOM!
I am owner of all that knowledge.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes!
It isn't a reality yet.
Maybe...probably...it never will.
Still, a girl can dream.
Sweet dreams are made of this.