And I'm suffering from a complete mix of emotion. I'm really excited to go back, to see my friends and teachers. I've got three classes I'm really, really looking forward to. I think they'll be tons of fun, and really useful for the real world. I can't wait to go to class, which starts in 35 minutes.
I don't wanna go to class. I don't have my books yet, I have to take Biology this semester, and I have an 8 am Lab. I hate lab. Hate Bio. Not because I can't do them, Bio and labs haven't ever been a problem. Mostly it's because they want me to do conversion equations at 8 am. I HATE math. Anything involving makes decreases my chances of pulling a 4.0 this semester, which I have to do to graduate with a 3.0 cumulative. I'm going to spend the semester as a cranky hermit.
Oh, and the one major thing. This is my last semster of college. My last one. This is it. In 4 months, I have to go get a real job. A 9-5 job, that'll pay crap, cause I have no experience. I'm terrified I'm going to do what my friends did, and wake up one day, and it'll be a week before I graduate and i'll have no job and have to move back in with my parents while I look for one.
Or worse, I'll live with Jen and work at Walmart for the rest of my life.
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