So my poor mother spends a half hour on the phone with me while I spazz out about how I'm going to get all my classes done in time. Without failing any. No room for error. I think thats the idea that scares me the most. I would hate to work so hard to finish when I want to and then get one bad class grade and have to stay another semester to finish up. It's happened to friends before, I can't have it happen to me. Not to mention how much that would put off grad school. So my mind is going a mile a minute trying to figure how I'm going to do this.
On top of which I've got all my classes and homework to do. So I'm a little stressed. Nothing that'll kill me. But enough to make me sweat.
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