The Stress

The stress of being a Junior. Why is everyone making it a big deal. Grown Ups always saying ''Aww your growing up say fast.'' No why are you rushing time, MY TIME. I don't come up to you saying "Aww your getting older." Leave me alone. The stress of being a Juinor. People asking me What college are you going to?, What career you want to be in?, Have you taking the ACT,yet?"  Leave me alone. I don't ask you "are you still working?', Are you married, yet?, Do you have any kids?" Leave me alone. Get A Life Yo !!!!

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