It turns out that just going to class isn't going to cut it this term. To do well in my classes this term, not only will I have to go to class, but I will also have to study and work hard!

I think I'm going to be sick.

I'm not ready to grow up yet. I am still a big supporter of sipping on small cartons of whole milk with a straw and having to take naps on little blue mats. I still think the teacher should read stories and I wouldn't mind if conduct was still graded. I wouldn't even mind having to learn cursive and having to write with it for the whole school year.

Life is getting too complicated and I don't know if I can roll with the punches. To me it feels like I'm getting punched, but to the normal hard-working person they would feel more like they were getting flicked or pinched.

Man, I'm a wuss.