Okay, so I'm kinda, sort of terrified of going to university. Now mind you, I'm not terrified. Only kinda, sorta.
Everyone around me has been like: 'It's natural, this a new thing, stop worrying etc etc.'
But here's the thing. I'm a major league worrier. Telling me not to worry is just going to make me worry about whether I'd choose the right university, the right courses, get a good enough scholarship or financial aid and the rest of the myriad of things any about-to-go-to-university individual would think about.
Whenever I worry out loud to my mom, she always tells me to imagine the worst case scenario and its solution.
For example, if I'm worried about an exam, I should imagine the worst thing that could happen: failure. Then what's its solution? Retaking the exam.
That actually hasn't really helped me in this situation because if I mess up, then the majority of my life just might mess up with me and then I'll be royally screwed.
Fingers crossed that that doesn't happen.
KC (circa 2017; before it all).
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The Ability To Even (Collegiate Chronicles)
Non-FictionNot everything goes according to plans. Lessons and family and life teach you so much as it all swings about. I'm just trying to figure this all out. Join me?
