Everyone says junior year is “the hardest year of high school”—which honestly terrifies me. I’m only a few weeks in, and it feels like I’m just waiting for the moment everything blows up.
We have the “sophomore slump” and “senioritis,” but where’s the word for juniors? Is it just so universally overwhelming that the word junior already carries enough weight on its own?
Don’t get me wrong, there are definitely perks to finally being an upperclassman. I’m ready for Powderpuff and Powdertuff, and (even though no one really listens anyways), it’s a relief not being told to move to the back of the student section anymore. But even with the fun, I can already see how this year is going to be a snap back to reality: SATs, ACTs, endless homework, and that stressful time of having to think about colleges.
Junior year feels like the middle child of high school—expected to handle the responsibilities of adulthood while still being stuck in the chaos of teenage life. It’s exciting and terrifying at the same time, and I guess the only way through it is…well, through it.
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