it is always in the pit of my stomach. I was sitting in class for the 6th semester in a row going "What if this is a big bust? What if I can never make it?". I know all people go through thoughts like that, but it almost sent be running from the room.
I want to be an archaeologist. I know it makes me happy, but I want to be like my professors and I don't know if I can ever make it to that level. That scares me. If I don't do well then I'll feel like a fool and like I have let my parents down. I wouldn't be able to take it if I made them disappointed.
I know I have the drive... but I don't know if I have the smarts. But I won't give up so there's no where else to go but forward.
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