I'm a junior (cue cringe)

 I am a junior at my high school. In case your wandering why I haven't told you what high school I go to it's because I'm scared sweet less that the one person who manages to read this blog will turn out to be some psychopathic creep and hunt me down and in the dead of night kill me with a butter knife. Yes, a butter knife. However, this is completely irrelevant to my topic of conversation. As I was saying, I'm a junior. I am apart of 7 clubs, am apart of the dance team, and I am a mostly A sometimes B student. I work at a restaurant (which I'm not aloud to talk about because I could be fired for breach of confidentiality which is ridiculous) Friday nights AND Saturday. I also dance and am taking an SAT class. Basically, I have no time to breathe.

  When ever anybody wants to strike up a conversation with me, especially a parent, they always go for either of these four basic conversation points-
 1) What school do you go to
 2) What grade are you in
 3) You look like your mother
 4) I remember you when you were this big (cue obnoxious exaggeration of my previous size when I was ages 2-12)

  The second conversation point is the one that stirs the most...well I don't really have a word for it but its a cross from pity/astonishment/curiosity. I proceed to tell them that I'm a junior. Then cue " The Cringe".
"The Cringe" is that look that people, usually people older then me, get when they hear that I'm a junior. Following "The Cringe" they usually make a sound like "aah" or "ooh" or "eh".They act as if I signed my death warrant and am on a slow and desperate march to the inevitable. Which is more or less true.

 It's the year that counts the most in the eyes of colleges. You'll laugh, you'll probably cry, you'll stare blankly at your homework and wander why the hell you are putting your self through all this torture. And then a little voice inside your head says "because you've got no choice."

  That's right, we, I , and everyone in between have to go through junior year to get our high school diploma. "Have to go" are the key words in that sentence. But what I don't understand is that if the general population understands this, then how come they INSIST on making my life harder?

Take my boss for example. He just recently booked my schedule to work Wednesday, Friday, Saturday AND Sunday. First of all, he doesn't even ask me if that's OK and second of all, he doesn't even have the decency to give me my break that I so badly need/want/deserve. Sundays are the only days when I can actually sit down and rest. Maybe read some Harry Potter or watch a movie at the cinema. And he takes that away from me. Seriously?! 

 So yes, when people ask me what grade I'm in, I do expect some sympathy, but don't sign my death warrant for me.