Tomorrow is my first day of actual classes. I am so nervous, because not only can the professors randomly call on me and expect me to know the answer (since I just did a bunch of homework), but because this is the beginning of a path I will be on for the rest of my life. There are so many obstacles. After the first year, the lowest 30% are asked not to return. Then in 3 years I have to take the bar, and it seems karma has caught up with me because Cali has the hardest bar in the U.S. (followed by NY, in case you wondered, and I think TX is 3rd) then I have to find a job and excel at it. I mean people do it all the time, but it's really fucking scary. For me. People apply to masters programs that only accept like 3 people or some shit, so like they win, but still I'm nervous.
It's just crazy that this is it, the start of my life goal. whew.
Ok, so tomorrow it is.
Side Note: It feels so weird that everyone is going back to Truman and I'm not. And it's freshman week. I don't know, I guess I shouldn't be sad, but I am. It's hard. Harder than I expected...
i was in kirksville this week. i just came home today. we went to campus and it was so weird. i felt so disconnected. fall doesn't even seem like the same season if i'm not in school.
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