The Junior Feels

Life is hard. Being a junior at CB is harder.

There is less than a month and a half left of this school year. The other night I read a tweet that there’s only 28 days left of school (20 now). I have a final in four days, a series of videos and articles due in the next few days, an AP test in two weeks, four finals after that, and lifeguard classes from 9 AM to 5 PM sprinkled all over my weekends. Oh yeah. And after that, I’ll be done with 3/4 of high school

It’s just too bad that I don’t care about any of that.

I know senior year isn’t just a nine month long party — I still have to pull off a strong Fall semester, fill out a few college applications, and run a dynamite season with CB Cross Country. But considering how fast junior year has slipped past me, I can’t imagine how fast next year, and the rest of my life, will play out.

Despite my awe over the speed of this last year, I’m pretty much grinding metal at this point — I’ve been waking up at 7 AM (with varied success)  to get through eight classes every day for the last eight months. The other day I left my house at 8:45 and made it to 30 mph before realizing I was in neutral.

But the sweet scent of relaxation wafts from the cake that is summer — and I just keep sniffin’.

It’s no surprise that the purple lava lamp behind my little desk space in this classroom has held my attention more successfully than any of my teachers in the last month. (Note: I have every intention of smashing this lava lamp to pieces before the end of this semester. Poetic? Not at all — lava lamps look really cool when they’re smashed).

— I did end up smashing it. Check it out here

I shouldn’t complain at all, really. The stress tinkering with my mind stands as a testament to the good work of this college preparatory institution. A college degree has became a necessity in the quest for stability in this fast paced world. As cutthroat as the system is, I have an upper hand. Three years of increasingly hard work and college pressure never felt so good.