11th Hour Entry

Ahhh, I just couldn't resist. It's actually near 8AM right now--I leave on my bus at 8:20 to go to campus. I'm sitting here drinkin the coffee I brewed myself, after eating an english muffin with cheese single and slice of light bologna (also made myself). I'm not dressed, but my stuff's in a backpack from college, and I think I'm ready.

I still can't bellieve how really, actually nervous I am. I've been laughing about it for some time already. It's just like the first day of school, like it's always been from preschool to college, and now grad school. Mom's got a picture of me on all my first days--except this one, which I've also go to take myself.

Dave's sleeping, and I wish I could just curl back up into bed and pretend that was ok to do. I really wish I could already be there on campus with 2 friends or more already made. I won't remember anyone's names, unfortunately. Have to go throught THAT process all over again. But it will be worth it. It's all worth it. Just hope that funny feeling in my stomach doesn't stick around long.