Thursday, May 19, 2011

Final Post

Hey guys. So I know that there are definitely tons of you out there eagerly awaiting our posts because you absolutely adore out witty and well thought out book reviews, but I'm afraid that it's going to have to end now. The end of the year is coming and I personally am looking forward to it. I've already got senioritis and I'm only a junior. Potentially problematic. I just have so little motivation to do anything anymore, you know? Still, this nagging feeling in the back of my head is telling me to start buckling down for finals. As luck would have it, the three classes that I do have a final in also happen to be my most difficult classes.

Still, I feel like this year has been pretty cool. Granted, it was Junior year, which meant the homework load was just plain awful. I've found myself doing homework/studying for tests until I heard the early, early morning birds singing and then getting up 2-3 hours later for morning practice. Calculus makes zero sense to me and I've been struggling through that class and try as I might, I just can't seem to stay awake in physics. My social life has more or less disappeared and my friends can attest to the fact that more often than not, my response to "can you help me with homework" is "sorry, doing Spanish." Oh jeez, Spanish has been so work filled this year--even more so than last year. I did learn a ton though, so I guess it did benefit me in the end.

On the brighter side, I've become closer with a lot of my friends while we all struggled through this year, I grew a quarter of an inch (woohoo...), and my 4x100 meter relay team broke a 25-year-old record. Definitely an up point of the year. Sadly enough, we haven't been able to do it again since due to various complications such as injured groins, pulled calves, silly hand-off mistakes, and NEALAY. LEARN TO STAY IN THE CORRECT LANE. Sorry. Oh well. It's certainly been an eventful year.

Also! I've discovered that I really do enjoy Ms. Majerus's English classes. I was told by many friends that I would love her class and although I'm pretty skeptical of these claims at first, I found that they were largely true. There really wasn't anything that I disliked about this class except for carrying around that huge book of essays.

Good year. Congratulations to all you seniors. I wish you good luck with the rest of your life. As for the juniors, see you all next year. We're going to be seniors. How weird is that.