In the start of September school was a lot to work with, but nothing that I hadn’t done before. Now add a few more factors in there and it’s a different story. This caused me to fade out, as I started to lose sight of what I was doing it all for. I remember one day of my junior year in particular. I woke up at 5am, to do homework after having just gone to bed at 2:30. If you ask anyone, I am not a morning person—like at all. School started at 7:30, my first class was AP Literature. We always had what seemed like a ton of homework due. I had read over one-hundred pages of the book Crime and Punishment the night before: I didn’t even like the book. Although I read it, I didn’t pay attention to what I read because I hated the book. My teacher Mrs. Ahearne called on me to answers a question about what happened in one part of the book. I thought I knew what happened, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. I grew to hate the class and it felt like it all stemmed from my unbelievably busy schedule. The next day I sat in my counselor’s office trying to avoid class, because I lost all interest in the book and class, to be honest, school in general. School has always been very important to me, so much like Brittany Spears being overwhelmed with the stress of fame, I too became overstressed with all the responsibilities I had inside and outside of school. My goals and ambitions started to fade and I failed to attend school regularly. Lying to my friends, family, and my…