But honestly…what the hell was that.
I know it’s a normal reaction, but I can’t help but feel that I absolutely bombed it. I’m be over the moon, if I end up wit a 240, but to be honest, I’d be surprised if I even got a 230, which is the national average.
I’m going to celebrate with being done with it, but I can’t help but worry that I didn’t do enough and it’s terrifying. Or maybe it’s that I did all I could and the problem is I’m not enough.
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when I realize that my classes have to ordered in a very specific way to create and “ideal” schedule (as in, not having to wake
I’ve cried more this past weekend than I have for the past month. I’ve bonded closer to my classmates than my floormates. I’ve revealed more
and I’ve already learned that good coffee is life. It’s been over one month since I’ve moved to Baltimore, and it’s been…a lot. I’ve tried