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Well, two more classes down. I have only two more semesters to go and i will be graduating college. That is if i don't die before then. Not that i'm planning on dying, it's just, you never know. I wrote a little bit of Michigan Winter today. That was good of me. I'm not so sure i'm happy with what i wrote though. It all seems too forced and i can't dig that. i'll know tomorrow though when i reread it. I'll have a B.A. in Literature. With that i can do absolutely nothing. Except go to graduate school and get my masters. I've been nervous about grad school lately, probably because i have to apply in a few months and i don't feel i'm ready. I've been scared that maybe i won't be able to get in. I'm going to apply to UofM and Western. Hopefully one of those places will take me. But not only do i have to get in, i have to get a fellowship where they pay for my schooling and i teach for them. I know this is all boring stuff, and nobody really cares. I'm just worried. I don't want to end up like those people who i knew back in Woodhaven who are still there. Still in high school. Not doing anything with their lives. Just hanging out and making babies. Smoking weed. That is my greatest fear. To be them. That and C-dolls, but that's a whole different story.