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Ack. Almost exactly three weeks till Iowa. I'm feeling a bit freaked out. Afraid that the roommates will hate me. That school will suck. That Iowa will suck. That I'll miss home. That I won't make any friends. That all my grandparents will die while I'm away.
Um.
The usual stuff.
It was easy to be all bouncy when it was a bit away, but now all the doubts can creep in.
I still really want to go and am looking forward to it in my heart of hearts. It's still also freaky though. (Clings to the wall)