I'm scared of getting yet another teacher who I can't agree with and starting another long drawn out cold war. Jeff calls me stupid when I do it. He says the quality of work shouldn't depend on the quality of the instructor. He lives in Purdy's, what does he know? (please no angry rants Jeffery-boy. I am merely insulting you, not your beloved Purdy's, the town that sounds like a spectacularly unclassy diner)
School is very close now. I can taste the books and already see the beautiful campus cobblestones as I walk to class. I'm almost prepared but I'm not preparing. That's okay.
At least I'm not afraid.