1 week...

I start school next Thursday. The thought of it is sitting in my stomach like a giant knot. It's better to be nervous about starting a new year than to be completely at ease. Or at least that's my belief. I personally feel that being nervous at the start means that when things go well, I can breathe a little easier. Compared to if I was relaxed going into the beginning and it all came at me like an overstuffed catapult, well, then I'd be a frazzled mess. So I am hopeful that my nerves are an indicator of a not so bad school year. Normally at this point I am already in classes and had a first round, but for some reason this year we are starting later, alot later. Classes have always begun on August 27th or around there. This year it's September 4th. So weird. Whatever it gives me another week to try and get myself focused and determined in my goals for the year.
One more year left...ugh... i feel like after the year is over and I graduate someone is going to push me off the edge of a cliff and tell me to learn to fly now or I'll just come crashing down. Is that crazy? It's a scary thought and yea, crazy, but still, fears are fears. I am sure things will work out and no one is going to push me off a cliff, though I am sure my loved ones will push me in a good way. Nerves keep you on the tip of your toes. That's a wonderful thing, I feel.
Just wish me luck this year, don't be surprised by the angry entries when I get frustrated with teachers and classmates.
Onward!