It is sad to say that this has been the absolutely worst semester of my academic life thus far. What makes it worse is that I knew this was going to happen. Second semester, sophomore year. This is the same semester I had Ms. Ottey after moving up from Dr. Katz. Chemistry did not go well then. All five of my classes do not go well now. I am certain it cannot get worse than this; it can only go up from here.
If this is any indication, and if history is any guide, junior year should be my best year. Getting a 100 in both AP Physics and AP Chemistry for both semesters was fun. I cannot wait until that time comes, but for now, I will wait patiently.
Until then, amid numerous instances of bad news, failure, and mediocrity, I will look back to old roots for comfort and guidance. Humility. Reliability. Accountability. And most of all, familial obligation.
