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My lit teacher has me freaked about my grade now, she saying that I'm a great student, but the grade isn't going to reflect that very well. She's so sweet, and I wanted to cry because she said she was worried for me, for my grades. I've had a class with her before, but even then, I've never had a professor care until, well, now. I know that is a sign I went into the right program, because they can afford to care about their students, and they do. I'm so overwhelmed right now, and I can't wait for some refuge to come. I just wish I hadn't taken this job, that I had chosen to do something else on campus over the summer. But, alas, I am stuck, as I always am. I have no idea what I'm going to do for the fall, I want to quit my job at housing and work for the campus newspaper and then I have my internship in the winter. I can't be working all the time like I am now