It's the বছর that many people are excited for, but for me, it wasn't. Rather, I didn't enjoy it much, because many things didn't go the way I wanted then.
So here's how it all started.
The week before the first day, we went to my school to get my schedule. I was thinking of being in all regular classes, unlike the earlier years. Then we had to go for my shots, and it hurt, unlike other years. And then came the first day. I got my schedule, and it had all AP classes, so I asked my counselors to change my schedule.
When I got my schedule changed, I got moved from A lunch to C lunch. A lunch was nice with all my friends, but in C lunch, I felt lonely, and it was very strict, and I had no chance to go back to A lunch, unlike sophomore year, where I was originally in fifth period lunch, but got moved to third period lunch in November. I finally did get to go back to fifth period lunch in May. And junior year, I was in B lunch all year, and my 4th period teacher(French teacher) allowed me to visit other lunch periods on test days. But senior year, I had to go to my 4th period(art) class C lunch everyday, and I did not get to visit B lunch at all, and I did not get to go back to A lunch. They removed me from French class, but they couldn’t remove me from gym. How cruel!
The পরবর্তি weekend, I wanted to go to that then-new store Daiso, but Sis wanted to go to Burlington instead.
My dad ব্যক্ত we would have no time to go to other stores, because it was already nighttime. I was annoyed to hear this. When we went home, I burst into tears. I couldn’t even sleep. Mom said, “Stop crying! It’s no use crying as long as we’re not going to Daiso!”

And the পরবর্তি weekend, on Saturday, Risu wanted to go to school, but I repeatedly hollered, “I don’t wanna go to school!”

Dad said, “You better stop crying and misbehaving!”

The পরবর্তি day, on Sunday, I was drawing some pictures, but Dad said, “You should be studying for SAT.”

“Hmph!” I did not want to take Dad’s words.

The পরবর্তি day, at school, Nia, then a freshman, asked, “How was your weekend?”

“Awful,” I replied.

That week, we got our progress reports. I got good grades on all of my classes except English with a D and stats with an F. Dad was mad at me for failing stats. He said, “You think you’re a kid and আপনি can draw pictures and listen to music? আপনি say you’re having bad days like Alexander, but your days are even worse than his! And that is so stupid of you!”

Dad should NOT have ever called me stupid in high school, particularly senior year, because it was time he should have stopped calling me that, unlike fifth grade অথবা seventh grade.

At the end of the month, there was supposed to be the ACT test for seniors, but it got postponed to the middle of the পরবর্তি month.

দ্বারা that time, my psychology and economics teacher, whom I had for geography in freshman year, got transferred to another school, so it was time to change our psychology classes.

We got our প্রতিবেদন cards. I passed everything but stats with a freakin’ 44!

The পরবর্তি দিন was the real ACT day. My left arm was already hurting that I wanted to relax to rest it. But Dad said, “Relaxing is bad! Relaxing is not good! If আপনি fail one আরো time, we will go to Thailand!”

Two days later, I got my new schedule. I was now removed from psychology and stats and computer science and AQR(a math class) were added, but that bogus gym class was still there.

In gym, there was Queen. I knew her face in junior year, but I never talked to her then. I started talking to her for the first time. She ব্যক্ত she was my best friend, but she asked me প্রশ্ন I was not comfortable answering, because she believed that best বন্ধু should share private information, which I did not believe. Thus, she was NOT really my best friend.

AQR was easy at first, but as the বছর progressed, the class was getting tougher and আরো useless. It was even tougher than the precal class I took in junior year.

The পরবর্তি month, I had started becoming obsessed with that game ক্যান্ডি চকোলেট Crush. It was so addicting that I almost হারিয়ে গেছে my interest in doing other things, be it schoolwork অথবা drawing. I never played that game in junior বছর অথবা earlier.

And Thanksgiving break was not as great as the one in junior year, because I was doing only ক্যান্ডি চকোলেট Crush. And on Thanksgiving day, Dad told me to grow up, which I did not want to do. But in the Thanksgiving break of my junior year, things were calmer, I was আরো into my work, and Dad did not have to tell me to grow up, because I was আরো mature and diligent then. But senior year, I got lazy, and I couldn’t control my emotions.

The পরবর্তি month, a new girl came to my school. Her name was Tamia. She was in my anatomy and economics classes. She showed our teachers her paperwork from her old school. When we were playing Kahoot in economics, she won the game.

On the weekend before finals week, we went to Patel Brothers. Dad lectured me too much and ব্যক্ত me to not go on ফেসবুক অথবা play ক্যান্ডি চকোলেট Crush.

The weekend after finals week, I wanted to go to a non-Indian store, like H-Mart অথবা Trader Joe’s, but instead, we went to Patel Brothers again, duh!

And the break went very fast, without a single H-Mart visit, and that brought me down to tears. And I could tell it was already becoming a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad year, just like Alexander’s day!

When it was time to go back to school, it was time for the সেকেন্ড semester to come. Mr. Hughes, the assistant principal, ব্যক্ত it was going to be a smooth transition, but for me, it was a rough and tough transition. And there were so many reasons why.

I was getting sick with a very long cough that I couldn’t get rid of immediately.

And the week after my 18th birthday, that I was never excited for, in government class, I told Monica and Tom that my English teacher Ms. Guinn did not teach the material very well, but they ব্যক্ত they would tell her I ব্যক্ত it. In English class, Tamia told Ms. Guinn the whole story, and I felt embarrassed. I was even scared to tell Dad at first, but when I told Dad, he ব্যক্ত I was crying. And I could tell, it was already being a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad senior year!

In the awards ceremony at the end of the year, I thought I would get an award, but I didn’t get any, and there were so many reasons why. I didn’t like school, I went on ফেসবুক too much, I was in all regular classes, I was bullied a lot, I could not control my emotions, I had a poor attitude, I did not work that hard, and I was really stupid. I felt so miserable. Mom ব্যক্ত junior বছর was better, because I was calmer, smarter, আরো diligent, took pre-AP classes, got better grades, had a আরো positive attitude, did not have Facebook, and did get to be class favorite, and I agreed with her. But in senior year, because I was stupid, I did not get any awards at all.

Only the really smart people got awards, like Ben. He was smarter and আরো diligent than I, took all AP classes, got some scholarships, did not go on ফেসবুক much, and never complained about his work. And so did Jake, who got an award in stats. And so did Gigi, Casey, Cassidy, Hudson, Kain, Chastity, Kramer, Rocky, Elise, Etayehu, Maria, Queen, Graciela, Elizabeth, Ford, and Sheldon, but not Taylor, Will, Sarah, Austin, Marc, and Nick, অথবা even Tamia অথবা Dez অথবা Monica অথবা Tom.

And then came graduation day.

Even after graduation, I still had a lot of work overload in the summer that I had much less time for পছন্দ stuff, unlike my other summers. I had to take the TSI test over the summer. I got so many punishments, like on July 12, I wanted to listen to the radio, but Dad had to turn off the radio and lecture me all night. And on July 31, I wanted to go to a mall, like Northpark, অথবা any store other than Burlington, like H-Mart অথবা Michael’s, but Sis wanted to go to Burlington itself instead just to return her clothes, and we went to Burlington only. Then we went straight home. It felt too early to go straight home, but we had to, because I had to practice for the TSI test. And I felt too old for those punishments, but sorry, I was very immature, I had to do all that work, and Dad had to lecture and punish me too much and treat me আরো like a baby than a grown adult. And it really was an abysmal বছর for me. It was an ugly, horrendous reality, though everyone expects it to be easy and fun. Don’t judge a book দ্বারা its cover, so don’t judge a বছর দ্বারা your friends’ reviews. And junior year, which my বন্ধু ব্যক্ত to be the hardest year, was actually nice for me. My hardest বছর was none other than senior year, which everyone else thought of as the easiest. Senior বছর treated me very unfairly.

And senior বছর reminded me of the Middle School বই very much, because Rafe, the protagonist of those books, loved drawing আরো than school and was often called stupid, just like me...