The year is finally here. Everyone said this is one of the worst years of high school. I have to start studying for my SATs, start thinking about where I was going to pursue my education, and most importantly, what I wanted to do in life. I heard all the abhorrence stories about junior year. For example, people exclaimed the stress will eat you alive. Hearing all of those stories made me apprehensive about junior year. However, I tried to shake that thought out of my head because it was nonsense. This year was my first year to take all honors classes. My teachers and the guidance department had confidence that I was eligible to be participating in honors classes, because of being in honor roll every year and having a 3.93 GPA. I signed up to be in a new class that was introduced to my school. That class was Algebra II/Pre-Calculus honors. Algebra II/ Pre-Calculus honors was a fast paced class where you are learning two subjects at one time. On top of taking honors classes, I also got accepted as a cashier at ShopRite in Middletown, New Jersey. I just contemplated and prayed that junior year was not as horrific as everyone said it was.
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However, as the year progressed, I started to become stressed. My boss at work, made me work five days a week for four and half hours a day. Each day, I would start around three o'clock and not get home until eight or nine o'clock. Having to worry about my honors classes and having to study for the SATs, I started becoming frazzled. I am renowned for being a procrastinator. I seem to wait last minute to complete daily assignments that are presented to me. There would be times where I would come home late at night and have to study for mutiple tests. My mother would come up with the solution for me to miss a day of school in order to study. I knew that I could not skip school every time I had an upcoming test or
However, as the year progressed, I started to become stressed. My boss at work, made me work five days a week for four and half hours a day. Each day, I would start around three o'clock and not get home until eight or nine o'clock. Having to worry about my honors classes and having to study for the SATs, I started becoming frazzled. I am renowned for being a procrastinator. I seem to wait last minute to complete daily assignments that are presented to me. There would be times where I would come home late at night and have to study for mutiple tests. My mother would come up with the solution for me to miss a day of school in order to study. I knew that I could not skip school every time I had an upcoming test or