...but you'll be fine...

I'll admit it, when I started this class I was not prepared for the amount of work that would be required of me. I heard horror stories about the late nights, spontaneous tears, and cruel critiques. "But you'll be fine," always followed. From one student to the next, "I failed it the first time, but you'll be fine." How am I supposed to respond to that? The people that I have been looking up to admit that they've succumbed to the misery of the challenge. Then who am I to say I can do it?

Fear can leave you comatose; crippling your mind and your actions. Waking up from that oppressive fear is what allows for growth in the future. The warnings were coming from a good place, but perhaps too many warnings came at a time. I had begun something without even realizing it. Only now am I registering what I've truly gotten myself into.

All that's left for me to do now is to work hard and pray. I'll pray that they were right, "I'll be fine," I had better be. I have NO plans of ever taking this class again.