My classes start today. I wish I hadn't told the barracuda about them--she's going to keep asking me questions all the time about them. I'm scared enough already. What if I can't do it? What if I forget how to study, or don't have the time, or hate the teacher, or hate the books? Crap--how did I do this all the way through college? I had that dream last night about not being able to find my classroom, and the whole period goes by, and I finally find it and realize I left my books, notebook and pen at home and the teacher stares at me like I obviously don't belong there because I'm such a loser. Well, it's got to be better than that, right?