Countdown: 22 months.

Well, it's here.
I start THE PROGRAM tomorrow.


I've tried really hard to have a full summer-- from baseball games, to ranch tours, to three trips to the fair. I just wanted to live life, fearful that it would come to a screeching halt when August 18 rolled around. I once said that not having enough money during this process was my biggest fear... it still is, but a VERY close second is the fear that I'll lose myself and my life.


"They" tell you to expect 40 hours a week for homework. They'll also tell you that you don't have time to work. That's really just not an option for me, so I'm working about 15 hours a week and hoping for the best. But hearing all of that makes me really scared-- what if I don't have the time to do the things I really enjoy? I'm fairly simple most of the time... a good tv show, time with my boyfriend and Taco Tuesday are all things that make me tick. I know I'll be a person I don't like if I don't get the time for a little enjoyment.


This first semester will be the hardest. My classes have already opened up online, and the buzz is that it's very overwhelming. I was prepared for that. But how prepared can you really be until you get in there and are totally and completely slapped in the face by ALL the work and expectations in these classes? I guess I'll let myself worry one more day before venturing in. Yeah, I'd be smart to start today.... but I need this day.


Anyway, here we go! Hoping for the best, and praying that life goes easy on me for the next two years.