Rants About Junior Year

People have always told me that junior year is supposed to be the best year of high school.

I have yet to find reason to believe those people.

My classes got 10x harder this year than sophomore year. (To be expected. I'm not expecting any pity right at this moment.) APUSH is probably the worst class I've ever taken. We colored for 86 minutes on Thursday. You're thinking, "Really? She's exaggerating." No. I'm not. Mrs. McIntyre has a teal sheet of paper with a graveyard, mountains, a canoe, and an Indian man with moccasins next to him to prove it. I find no joy in going to this class. Reason #1 why junior year is not going down in my books as a favorite.

I seem to have misplaced my friends from freshman and sophomore year. Can you help me find them? I sometimes catch glimpses of them in the hallway, but I'm never sure if it's them. (Don't worry. I'm not friendless. I just only have theatre friends now. *I'm not complaining about having theatre friends. They're awesome.*) Reason #2 why I haven't had an epiphany of "OHMYGOD. Best year ever."

SAT/ACT/PSAT/(Insert other standardized test here that I will be taking that molds my future.) I actually prepped for the pre-SAT. That's how serious I am about these tests. The stress that I feel from these horrendous things keeps me from feeling any pleasure about this year. Reason #3.

Yes, it's December. Yes, I'm already thinking about prom. Yes, I am being a typical girl who is thinking that she won't get asked. But I have reason, and it's a fundamental problem to the idea of prom: I HAVE NO RELATIONSHIP WITH THE MALE SPECIES. If this pattern continues to go on through this year, I can just kiss the idea of wearing a beautiful dress, getting my hair all "did," and wearing pretty make-up goodbye. It'll be an extremely hard parting. Prom could maybe take up reasons #4-#10, but for the sake of you not thinking that I'm that desperate, it'll only be #4.

Reason #5: I just don't like high school. I'm ready to go to college. I'm pretty much sick of anyone that goes to Wayzata. I'm ready to open my mind to other types of people, other political viewpoints, other fascinating classes. And I'm also ready to go to a school where I can join the ISA (Indian Student Association) and then find the Indian man of my dreams and then be in a happy relationship. This has happened to pretty much any Indian college student I know. I'm just hoping that my streak of having a non-existent boyfriend is broken once I get to college. A girl can hope, right?

Speaking of college, my mother told me yesterday as we were pulling into the Super Target parking lot that I should major in music. WHAAAAA? You could say I had a DP in my mind.

Disclaimer: Okay, I don't hate everything about junior year. I've made amazing friends this year. I've found who I really am (a theatre/singing obsessed girl). I love being an upperclassmen. Especially in theatre. There are so many perks to it. I love being able to drive anywhere I want. I love the freedom that teachers give you. I love being a part of Wayzata, where academics and extra-curricular activities are accepted and encouraged. And I have great teachers that love what they are doing, which makes me encouraged to come to class every day. But I do hate some of you.