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So I've only got a few more days left here at home. It's kind of weird, I mean. I've seen everyone go away and now I'm finally leaving. Everything around me is changing. My house is being extended. My brother is starting middle school, and my mom's in her second year of grad school.
There's this thing that whenever I start school, well, except for senior year, I get very, very nervous about classes. I've been reading the tentative syllabus for my General Bio class and it has me reeling in stress. There is just something so gratifying about getting the grade that makes the freaking out, the caffeine addiction, the sleeplessness, all worthwhile.
I don't know...I'm not worried about making new friends. I'm just worried about failing my first semester.
There's this thing that whenever I start school, well, except for senior year, I get very, very nervous about classes. I've been reading the tentative syllabus for my General Bio class and it has me reeling in stress. There is just something so gratifying about getting the grade that makes the freaking out, the caffeine addiction, the sleeplessness, all worthwhile.
I don't know...I'm not worried about making new friends. I'm just worried about failing my first semester.