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)
Não FicçãoNot 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?
