I should be asleep. I will be asleep. Soon I shall sleep, but my first class is in 13 hours.
My first class in a year and a half.
Of course, as usual, I’m finding reasons to get nervous.
Like, what if all four of my classes are brain-numbingly awful?
What if I’m not meant to get a Masters in TESOL after all?
What if the English Language starts to bore me and I can’t handle all the rules because all I ever cared about were stories!???
WHAT IF I WASTE TWO YEARS OF MY LIFE!???
I also just want to play ukulele and make friends.
I don’t think I’m ready to be a grown up yet.
But I have to.
Because my older siblings seem to be very determined that I don’t spend my life as a traveling musician trying to pay my student loans by singing songs…
Hey, I wouldn’t choose to do it either, but I’m just so good at it! Not the making money part, but the writing songs part. I think. Kinda….Relatively….Possibly….
Okay, I’m going to graduate school.
But, if I fail this, like I failed to pass that lift test that would’ve gotten me a job as an instructional aide in an elementary school, then I’m going to go be a famous musician.
…Of course, I could always do both.