I go back and forth between complete confidence in all the poemy knowledge swimming around in my head and sheer terror that something is about to go horribly wrong.
I am freaking out.
I’ll be okay, I think. This is the most I’ve studied for anything in my life that I can remember.
I am totally freaking out.
Wish me luck. Because after 3:00pm tomorrow, I can just worry about cleaning, carpet and paint for a little while.