Ever since I started high school, I was ready to be out. When I was in my Algebra class struggling to death, I thought to my self. Three more years. Just three more. I thought it would last a long time. No one told me that my junior year would only last a semester and a half. I felt robbed of my junior year. I was enjoying my last year before I graduate the next. Everyone told me my junior year would be the hardest year, and I will stress to death. I actually remember only stressing once. I blogged about it in January when I had to write a seven-page research paper. I took three college classes and two advanced classes. I had homework in every class, and I barely stressed. I managed to memorize all the bones of the body, the muscles, how a muscle contraction works, and the layers of skin in the body for Anatomy & Physiology not thinking I could ever do it. I kept a 98 that whole year and a 100 in the first nine weeks...