This school year has definitely been.. different. All that’s happened this school year was entirely unanticipated. But life usually plays out that way, doesn’t it?
For the past week or so I’ve realized that this year has probably been one of great regrets. I ran into the school year head on and now I’m crawling the rest of the way. I got tired and worn out. The school year used stress and it was super effective.
Basically, I planned to do swell in the 3 AP classes that I signed up for this school year. That totally went South. My 4.0 average dropped tremendously and I’m not in the slightest bit modest. I also didn’t expect to find myself teetering on whether I want to go to church anymore. My faith in God is being tested and I’m letting myself travel so far from His will. The worst part is knowing this and not caring to backtrack.
Yet, this year was probably my most busiest year in the best way possible. I didn’t expect our SADD chapter and leadership to be involved in so many activities. I’ve been honored to take part in our National Bullying Week, Leadership training at Disneyland, Every 15 Minutes, visiting Elementary schools, and more. SADD has definitely been the highlight of this school year.
The only things left of this school year are finals, AP testing, SATs, semester 2 report cards, and preparing for two months without school. I’ve taken three of six finals already. AP testing, for me, will be done in less than a week. I took my SATs on Saturday, but I’ll be taking it once more the Saturday before the last week of school.
Of that list, the only thing I’m absolutely terrified of going through is receiving my report card. The report card that’s going to summarize my entire junior year academically. And through that report card, along with the knowledge of previous transcripts, one can assume that something occurred to me that stumbled my academic ability; one does not simply decide to get bad grades after getting years and years of straight A’s.
Not only will it remind me of my academic failure, it will tell my parents that I need numerous verbal slaps in the face to remind me that they expect so much more from me. That, my friends, will be the absolute worst part of this school year. The one thing I excel at is making my parents proud of my work in school. Now that that’s gone, what will my parents be proud of from me? In their eyes, good grades is life and bad grades throw my future away. And it’s true as far as colleges/universities and careers go.
All that’s left to do is to hope. Hope that this won’t bring down the most heaviest burden of all. Hope that my parents will show me mercy. Hope that they punish me enough to the point that this will not recur in my future years in school. Hope that they won’t get stricter on my freedoms during summer. Hope that all the things that happened this year were part of a greater plan. Hope that I can look back at this school year one day and smile knowing how it’s helped bring me to a wonderful future. Hope that the end of this school year won’t bring me back to wishing I’d end.
Junior year, you
wereare.. one to remember.