Senior Year

Senior year, how different I thought it would be. Mostly when I thought of senior year, I thought of fun, easy classes that I would get to chose, sleeping in late and leaving school early, relaxing not worrying because I knew what I was gonna do with the next year of my life, and truly enjoying my last year in high school as "a kid." Well let me tell you, I was wrong, I don't think I could be more wrong.

When it came to choosing classes for my senior year, I was going to chose what I wanted to do, in topics I was interested in, to explore different career options, and be stress-free. But in choosing classes with my councilor, she strongly suggested taking the next math course to show colleges that I am "college bound" and serious about learning things pertaining to the real world. Although, I must tell you that math is my very worst subject along with science, and that signing up for pre-calculus was one of the worst decisions for me to have made. Bye-bye math free school year.

Then came science. For as long as I could remember, I have loved the stars and the ocean, two classes offered here as half year courses, astronomy and marine biology. Since this was the first year I got to choose my own sciences, I was very excited to choose these courses. But based on the previous information, do you think I got to take these classes? If you guessed no, you were right. Since I transfered half way through my freshman year, I did not take the physical science course that all my peers were taking. At the time, I was taking biology, and was put in the sophomore classes that took biology. As senior year came around, I found that the physical science course I missed, was required for me to graduate, and I ended up taking physics and daily struggle to pass every single quarter. Bye-bye science free school year.

Long story short, I have a full, thriving, and stressful schedule with no 'sleep in lates'  and one leave early. And I am not relaxing. In truth, this whole college thing during senior year, stinks. It's stressful and time consuming looking for a good school, touring those schools, deciding whether to apply or not. Than to apply; request the recommendations and transcripts, write thee college essay, and then all those extra writing supplements for each college on the list. Then, the waiting. I was suppose to receive my news on my acceptance the week before December and didn't get it till the very end of January. Then there is figuring out where you want to go! There is the money, the experience, this campus, and then this other campus and their great program, money again. Parents being the devils advocate, helping me truly to chose whats best for me. Then the scholarships and more about the money.

Then, I got two jobs. On in fall and one in winter, and that tends to be tiring. I am a waitress at one job and a host at my other job. Over my February break, I worked 49.15 hours and going to school the next week was like my real break. On average, I work over twenty hours a week. Where do I find time to do my homework, have time alone, and spend quality time with my loved ones? That's why I'm so ragged.

That's why senior year is continuing to be not what I expected it to be.