As I approach the end of the first semester of my junior year, I am officially addicted to wining. I thought junior year of high school was supposed to be the worst/hardest year in my academic career. Well, the five classes I am currently taking have definitely surpassed the eight I was given only a few years ago.

“Go to college,” they said. “It’s going to the best four years of your life.” Granted, I have made best friends, found my future bridesmaids, and have seen many a good-looking fella, but I do not think I have ever been so stressed out in all my years of living.

On the bright side, we only have certain classes on certain days of the week but, on the dark side, college professors act like their class is the only class you have! “Read pages 1-200 by this Thursday.” Do you realize it's already Tuesday?

I used to enjoy pulling all-nighters with my friends, staying up talking about the latest celebrity gossip, watching our favorite movies on repeat, while stuffing our faces with Dominos at 3 a.m. Now if I am up at that time, it's probably to talk about an assignment that is due the next day, watching a documentary that I have no interest in, while stuffing my face with an unhealthy amount of coffee to make it to my 8 a.m., or rereading the same chapter three times because history makes my eyes burn.

Having a class three days a week for only an hour doesn’t seem too bad, until you realize that the professor constantly ends class 10 minutes early and when it comes time for the first exam, they tell you that since they didn’t cover all of the material that you must teach it to yourself. Excuse me, but maybe you could have reviewed it with us that extra 10 minutes instead of leaving, only to sit in your office.

On top of classes, to stand out from the rest, you are encouraged to get involved or leave your mark on your university. As if all of our time isn’t already consumed with class, essays, group projects, and exams, why not stress yourself out more with clubs and organizations that your future employer most likely doesn’t care about, but we’ve been brainwashed into thinking that they will.

So, if your parents call you at any hour of the day, and you hear your little brother or sister whining in the background, be sure to let them know you're wining with them.