Senior Reflection #2: Don't listen to what seniors tell you (unless it's me)

Not that I ever really believed the seniors anyway, but senior year has probably been the most difficult out of all four years of high school. There is no such thing as teachers cutting you slack. There is no such thing as second semester being easy. SENIOR YEAR IS NOT A JOKE.

If I were to rank in order the amount of stress different classes have caused me this year, one being Chilean coal mining and seven as being a baby:

1. Anatomy (this class is suppose to be a joke, but it is actually super difficult because I'm terrible at science, the teacher is insane, and you don't have the relief of having an extra GPA boost)
2. GOVERNMENT AHHH
3. Second semester BC Calculus 
4. Political Science (only the second semester, when I had to sprint around Capitol Hill, fend off scary drivers, and spend hours inhaling copier fumes)
5. English (because Ms. Jewell is the bomb)
6. French (one, because I am decent at French and two, because I stopped caring) 
7. Orchestra (although it was super stressful for the first three months)

Second semester was actually more difficult than first semester. Teachers actually started assigning homework, I was exhausted all the time from interning, and March was basically filled with 362476298764 field trips and I never got the opportunity to go to a full week of school. I have never been sick all year and yet I've missed more days this year than I have in all twelve years of schooling. Making up work and tests and projects when you can't even stay after school half the time is THE struggle. I'm not even taking that many AP classes! And I wasn't able to sleep in until last weekend. You can't even enjoy the breaks you're given. Winter break is spent doing college applications, spring break is spent doing scholarships and make up work from all the dumb March field trips. 

So, moral of the story: either stop caring and try to underachieve as much as possible, create a time machine and fast forward through senior year, or... there's no third option. Senior year is draining.