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I can't help but think that everything will work out. I might have to move back to Owensboro, I might have to wait an extra semester to start nursing school, I might loose my beloved boy, my dear friends, and my senior year in my sorority. But I have this itching feeling that for some reason this was suppose to happen. I am going to try damn hard on that test in 8 hours, but for some reason I am totally secure with not making the grade and retaking it next semester. Sure, it will put me all off course, but why all the presure to hurry up and graduate. I would rather like to free up my next fall.