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Sep. 7th, 2009 12:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
usullusaYou know what applying for jobs makes me want to do? Vomit. And that's saying something because I haven't vomited since I was a baby.
So nerve wracking. X_x *toddles off to write more cover letters*
Classes start tomorrow. I'm not excited anymore, just nervous. Like my intestines are twisting themselves into knots nervous. Why am I nervous? I've been going to school my entire life. I've spent the last seven years taking academically rigorous courses with teachers who didn't take bullshit and expected outstanding work from me. Nothing about this has changed. Not even my course load should alarm me because I've overloaded on six courses in high school before. Five was considered average. Not this weaksauce NYU four course BS. (My high school was just as rigorous as university. Probably why I walked around like a complete zombie and had hysterics on a regular basis.)
AND NONE OF MY BOOKS HAVE ARRIVED IN THE MAIL. WHICH, BY THE WAY, WERE STUPIDLY EXPENSIVE AND ARE THE REASON WHY I AM FREAKING OUT ABOUT FINDING A JOB NOWNOWNOW SO I CAN ACTUALLY FEED MYSELF. AHHHH.
Not gonna talk about Boys Don't Cry because it was too intense and my skin crawls thinking about it. Maybe in a few days.
So nerve wracking. X_x *toddles off to write more cover letters*
Classes start tomorrow. I'm not excited anymore, just nervous. Like my intestines are twisting themselves into knots nervous. Why am I nervous? I've been going to school my entire life. I've spent the last seven years taking academically rigorous courses with teachers who didn't take bullshit and expected outstanding work from me. Nothing about this has changed. Not even my course load should alarm me because I've overloaded on six courses in high school before. Five was considered average. Not this weaksauce NYU four course BS. (My high school was just as rigorous as university. Probably why I walked around like a complete zombie and had hysterics on a regular basis.)
AND NONE OF MY BOOKS HAVE ARRIVED IN THE MAIL. WHICH, BY THE WAY, WERE STUPIDLY EXPENSIVE AND ARE THE REASON WHY I AM FREAKING OUT ABOUT FINDING A JOB NOWNOWNOW SO I CAN ACTUALLY FEED MYSELF. AHHHH.
Not gonna talk about Boys Don't Cry because it was too intense and my skin crawls thinking about it. Maybe in a few days.
