Accepted.

Thus far, February has been a whirlwind. I worry that I'll begin to struggle to keep up, but honestly this is what I need to get used to. Come fall, it will be more like a tropical storm.

I was accepted to the university that I applied to. Many people have asked me if I even had any doubt, and the truth is that, yes, I did. It's a harrowing experience and I still feel fear with upcoming placement tests and everything else. Quite simply, I don't believe I am smart enough. That's why I want to go to school finally, because I want that to change. I want to be able to speak intelligently about more than the intricacies of Gilmore Girls and how to make stuffed mushrooms.

I have about two weeks to apply for financial aid. I have between two weeks and two months to apply for grants and scholarships. I have two months before placement testing in math and english (oh I fear the math will decimate me). I have four months before Nontraditional Student orientation. I have six months before I get registered and begin classes.

That is simply not enough time.