dichotomy
I am beyond excited to go back to College Park. I can't wait for late nights listening to music with Asmita, nerdy biology discussions with the (ex)Cumb4 girls, and freedom from parental control. This year, Asmita and I are going to get a radio show. I'll finally delve back into my artsy kid roots and join the TerPoets. Parties and general College Park debauchery await me.
but
I am beyond terrified. I have a full schedule and I know myself. I get tired. Three labs could do me in. Obviously, I won't let that happen because I'm a neurotic perfectionist but still. The going will be tough. I am terrified of not getting the grades I want. I am terrified of letting a few mistakes or a little laziness mess up my future. I guess I'm ultimately afraid of thin envelopes holding rejection letters.
but
I am beyond terrified. I have a full schedule and I know myself. I get tired. Three labs could do me in. Obviously, I won't let that happen because I'm a neurotic perfectionist but still. The going will be tough. I am terrified of not getting the grades I want. I am terrified of letting a few mistakes or a little laziness mess up my future. I guess I'm ultimately afraid of thin envelopes holding rejection letters.