It wasn’t pretty, folks. Not one bit. Those big bad seniors got the best of us. So long, dear Scholar Quiz. Maybe next year my team will dominate since we’ll be the seniors in da house. Can’t wait!
But first and foremost, I have to chug my way through the rest of this god-awful Junior year. ALMOST. THERE. We’ve got AP tests in about 2-3 weeks, which means crunch time and intense review sessions. We’re finally in the midst of the last stretch– that inevitably stressful period of time before the week(s) of AP testing. I probably won’t be seen without my nose dipped in my Princeton Review crash-course book. And the plot thickens…
With roughly three months of my junior year remaining, I find that I can finally look back and reflect on what I’ve learned. Let’s flash-back to the first day of school:
Jenna, clad in a trendy outfit consisting of jean shorts and a green cardigan, eagerly trotted out the front door to commence her daily trek to school. But today wasn’t just any old day. It was the first day of her 11th grade year, AND she had company– her little sister Kendra who was beginning high school as an itsy-bitsy freshman. After her dad (insistently) snapped a picture of the girls together, they were on their way. Jenna, of course, hadn’t the slightest clue of the trauma that lay ahead.
The girls parted ways once entering the school premises, Jenna starting the day off with her Spanish 4 class. Seeing that she had not enrolled in Spanish 4 AP, this class was going to be a breeze as her only “regular class”. Jenna could tell that it was going to make a wonderful and carefree 1st period, especially since four of her best friends were also in the class. So she left the classroom unfazed, even jubilant to be back at school.
She obviously didn’t see the next class coming. On paper, the name of the class seemed relatively undaunting… AP English Language and Composition. Jenna had always been confident about writing and reading, so she figured that this year’s English class would be no different. No big deal. Just English. WRONG. Upon taking a seat in the small portable classroom, Jenna and the rest of her peers were subjected to a so-called “Citizen Quiz” in which the teacher (who will go unnamed) inquired about current events in the news and had the students write down their answers. Jenna, who had never been an avid reader of the Los Angeles Times, was thoroughly flustered and shocked. She ended up with a 1 out of 10 on the quiz, making that the first grade of the semester. The teacher was assertive and frightening (to say the least), and little Jenna was thisclose to dropping the class out of sheer terror.
After the horrible experience that was English class, Jenna entered AP US History, only to find her new teacher hoisting up a small pug and cradling it as if it was a child. The class material in itself was not intimidating, yet the teacher’s frequent one-way discussions with the pug made for a bizarre half-hour. Jenna was appalled.
The next three classes, AP Envi Sci, AP Music Theory, and Pre-Calc Honors, were thankfully ordinary… but the combined occurrence of periods 2 and 3 was enough to scar Jenna for life. She had already scribbled all over her agenda book as a reminder of two exams and an essay test coming up in the week. Junior year had started with a bang and an all-too-true message: school will never again be a piece of cake, Jenna (so deal with it).
In short, she returned home in a state of panic. She saw her dream of ‘Straight A’s throughout high school’ fly out the window and land into a nasty pile of dung, all the while fighting back a flurry of tears. How was she going to outlast these next ten months? How in the world would she adapt to the BEAST (aka junior year)?
Well, I lived.
Not only that, but I managed to maintain my “A” average (narcissism), and everything turned out FINEEE.
Here’s my little moral to the story (p.s. I’m throwing in a little syntactical device called an ‘antithesis’. (Thank you Ms. Batson) (too many parenthesis))::
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
Through all the pain and suffering, failed tests and stressful presentations, cram sessions and late nights, I have honestly learned so much this year, inside of school and out. I can pinpoint Junior year as my transformation into a true scholar and semi-adult, undoubtedly because I am now being taught to surpass my ignorance about the world and take a look around.
Before this gets too sentimental, I’ll stop. I also have to remember that AP tests are right around the corner, so I haven’t exactly hit the hardest part of the year yet….. rendering the above reflective thoughts a little premature.
In the meantime, I should be getting back to my numerous memorization cards for APUSH. And my reading of The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test. And that imagism poem I’m supposed to write.
*Title of post: courtesy of the lyrics of “Natural Anthem” by The Postal Service