I think my 6th grade elementary teacher was right... When hearing about my plans for this upcoming year, she said I was asking for a breakdown/meltdown.
After going to classes today, I realize that she knows me extremely well. She knows my dedication and work ethic. She also knows how much I love reading since I used to read in her class when I sat in the back of the room. That's how much I love reading... eeep.
But... I think I'm freaked out right now about school because it is positively terrifying. I sat through classes as though I were a zombie. I freaked because I didn't realize that it would be THAT complicated. But despite my fear and despair, I realize that I may have psyched myself out because I didn't really know what to expect and how it is really just the first day of classes... At the same time though, I realize now that grad school will not be a piece of cake and if I really want to surpass and graduate on the Dean's List, which is something I did not get to do in undergrad, I will have to work extremely hard for it... It's time to become a hermit. Yipes!
AHHH, I think I'm crazy. I think I'm headed for a meltdown. But I choose to remember the following...
"Papa's got me. It's going to be okay."
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