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It's 10:34, blogger is still stupid, Once Upon A Time is freaking me out in the best way possible, and college is coming.

I'm really quite terribly excited for college, the acquiring of knowledge and forming of strong, founded opinions and becoming everything I've dreamed of being. Rather, it's the questions with nebulous answers and no easy solutions that scare me. Where will I go? How will I pay for it? Could I get a better ACT score? Should I take the SAT too? Why did I have to let my personal life screw up my tenth grade academics, giving me a buttload of B's and, good heavens, a D in the second semester of darn Pre-AP Chemistry? Why don't schools count Pre-AP classes as honors classes? English or Linguistics? Both? And what about music? And colorguard? And when and how will I get that teaching certificate? What if I don't want to go to the school I'm destined to simply because I have no strong desire to? What if the school I do yearn to go to is a freaking expensive one? How the heck am I supposed to get a full ride? How am I supposed to fill out those online financial aid calculators when I don't know all our assets and taxes from five years ago and when I can't ask my parents? How am I supposed to have any hair by the end of this process?

Let's not even talk about the fact that I still have to apply.