Panic. Nine Days.

So. I never wanted to come to college.

I wanted to skip all that book learnin' and travel the world. Join the peace core. Live in Alaska.

That didn't happen and here I am, in college, doing lots of that darn book learnin'

I am growing quite fond of it, though. I am even going to apply to do some undergraduate research. It has been wildly energizing. Until today. I hit my first (of many) bump in the road.

I realized (finally) that I am in way over my head. There are so many new terms and procedures and processes that I know nothing about! I can stick my arm in a cow and pull out a calf. I can wash and dry laundry. I can book plane tickets to chicago. I can carry on a conversation in broken spanish.

but.

I am not sure if I can get a proposal done in the next nine days. I don't even know what my topic is....I have an idea....but not really.