I just finished my junior year in high school, during which I took Physics. I managed to pass my Regents Exam with a 79 which, although the score is rather pitiful, I was ecstatic about. I despised both the subject and my teacher. She obviously knew what she was talking about but definitely hated teaching. Every single time that I saw her, she appeared aggravated by something, and we all knew that she was aggravated by the fact that she was stuck in a stuffy classroom teaching a bunch of teenagers. But that wasn't our problem, was it? Next year, I'm going to take Advanced Placement Biology, which I am very excited about.