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It's been raining all day. It's the first hurricane of the season. There needs to be more thunder and lightning. I still have money issues with myself. I can't win. But i think of two of the best compliments i've ever gotten: "You'll never be poor."- my mom "You'll have a penthouse in New York City someday."- berkeley And then i think, it could be much much worse. Grad school is getting scary. The course descriptions are intimidating. The costs are intimidating. The loans are intimidating. It's a fear of the unknown; the worst kind. I have to try to resassure myself that my scores do meet the averages of everyone else. (I'm just like everyone else!) All of this (All of this!) better pay off in the end. If it doesn't, sohelpmeGod, i may as well die.
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