Wish me luck

I'm beginning to remember why I never took any Five-College courses when I was at Smith. I justified it to myself on the basis that I took a year's worth of courses off-campus when I was in Germany, but it was really just that I didn't want to face being the new kid.

Tomorrow, I head off to my semester course. The combination of getting up early, driving to (and parking at) a new place, in the city, to enter a new social situation (where the rest of the class is likely to know each other), for a course where I don't know what will be expected of me... well, basically it terrifies me. I've packed my bag (except the computer), made sure I have everything I need for all three of tomorrow's classes (right in a row), all that. I'm still scared.

I know this is what I need to be doing. I know it will be fine once I've been through the routine once. I know experiences like this are good for my pride. But right now, I'm just ready for Day One to be over.

Eek.