Personal Memoir The start of my junior year was uneventful. I had never been nervous for school before, and that didn’t change this year either. Things were the same: same school, same people, same clubs. The only difference was the new classes and teachers. I was about as nervous as a confident man doing something he’s confident in. I think because of this confidence, I continued my bad habits from all of my previous years of schooling, especially procrastination. I’m a procrastinator, it’s who I am. I work better under pressure anyway. Previously, it wasn’t a problem; every other year I was able to do all my work right before it was due and still get ‘A’s. This year was turning out to be different. It started out with my summer
