It was my last year of high school, but it wouldn’t be the most relaxed. Everyone anticipates their senior year to be the easiest of the four, but mine was going to be anything but. 4 Advanced Placement classes, my elective, and the only part of my day that would grant me any rest would be my peer tutoring block. In translation: the one time of day where I was able to sit around and run errands for the teacher of the class. Thankfully, the class I peer tutored for was a junior English class, and the teacher, Mr. Irwin, was my favorite teacher. Not to mention, he was also my AP Literature teacher, so I was able to see him twice a day. Perhaps senior year wouldn’t be so hectic.