I don’t know why I thought being accepted into Chico early was going to make things less stressful for me. If anything, it’s doubled it.

Ever since I’ve been accepted, I now have an even larger weight hanging over my head. I have to pass Math 120 because I have to take Math 300 to transfer, and I don’t have time to repeat anything. This makes every test we take twice as stressful as it needs to be. I’m so paranoid that I somehow read the midterm grade sheet wrong, and I followed the wrong line across the page. Even though it said “A”, I can’t be sure that that is really and truly true.

It also doesn’t help that ME has gotten her welcome packet already, and all I’ve gotten is a postcard that said “thank you for your application.” And I’ve read through her packet entirely—there is no reason I shouldn’t have gotten mine, as it has a page saying “You must verify that you’ve completed the following classes to transfer.” Granted, she’s finished with all her GE credits, but I’m nearly there. I only need to finish up my Math to transfer, and two other classes to transfer as a junior.

Also, the paranoia is setting in about, well, nearly everything. We have to find a place to live, since campus housing seems to not be an option—dorm rooms were not built for English majors, there is no place to store books—and upperclassmen are not a priority for the college to find on-campus housing for. Which means we have to find an apartment while living two hours away; neither of us has ever had to find an apartment before.

And the financial aid situation… I’m not even going to touch that until the beginning of next year. All I know is that I can’t work while up in Chico, because I’ll be doing two programs at the same time, one which necessitates an internship. I won’t even have time to work it, even if I found one. So I have to make sure I get enough in loans and aid to pay for everything. Good think I’ve learned how to live on an impossible budget this year.

So the stress is mounting, and it’s all over stuff I didn’t have to think about before I got accepted. But with my leaving for Chico in just nine months (oh God, I didn’t realize it was that close), I’m going to have to get moving on this stuff, before it starts to eat me alive.

-”More That Useless,” MmHmm: Relient K

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