I’m feeling very anxious lately. Mostly I’m anxious about going into journalism. I know that I can write and that I’m good at writing, but I’m concerned about whether I’ll fall in love with being a journalist like I believe I will. I know that there are a million subsets within journalism and that most likely I’ll find my niche in there somewhere, but still, I can’t get rid of this itch, this inkling of a feeling that I made the wrong decision in moving to Virginia. I’m also terrified that I won’t end up getting into Mary Washington. I mean, it’s not like it used to be. It’s become a very prestigious school with a lot of people trying to get in who could probably make it into Ivy League schools. Sometimes I think that I’m just kind of floating between average and above average and not anywhere comparable to the other students sending in applications. I just… I have this idea, this vision of how things are supposed to happen and if it doesn’t turn out the way I imagine, I think I’ll be lost. And really, I believe I’ll fall in love with journalism and really, I believe that I’ll make it into Mary Washington, but it’s just the fact that it’s where all of my cards are lying that makes me so anxious and concerned. The fact that this is it, this is my decision… if it doesn’t work out, there goes my safety net. And then I’ll have to figure something else out. I don’t have anything else though. This really is it. What if it doesn’t work out? What if I’m bad at journalism? What if I don’t like journalism? What if I don’t get into Mary Wash? What if I fail? What if I made the wrong choice? But then, what other choice did I have?