senior year. It has a funny ring to it. Freshman year I couldn't wait to get the hell out of high school and move onto college. I still feel the same way but slightly different.
Last year was my worst year as far as academics go and I would do ANYTHING to do it over. Coming into senior year I knew I would have to work my butt off for at least the first semester because my GPA needed a boost, but now I sit here at the end I the first marking period with 3 A's and 1 D. None of the A's matter anymore since the D was in AP Statistics and it matters a lot.
I have no idea what my GPA is but I also dont know where I'm going to college and you might say that it's okay but I haven't applied...anywhere. And time is running out. I sucked at my SAT'S the first time I took them, missed the deadline for the November ones and now I'm stuck taking them December third.
While all of my friends are getting accepted to universities I'm stuck fighting to get called down to my guidance counselor to talk about college and figure out what to do.
Nervous? That's an understatement, I would say scared.
Will I go to college? I don't even know anymore.
And you think I'm kidding.
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