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The days pass and people have come and gone home. I've seen matresses and suitcases being carried through the doors of residences and houses on my street. I've through campus as it becomes more and more empty...and I can't help but think, "When is it my turn? When do I get to go home?"

Today will come and go, I'll sit here on this very couch studying--wishing and hoping for the best.
Tomorrow will come and go, parents will start to pack up my house and become overwhelmed with the excitement of my return. But I'll still be studying on this very couch--wishing and hoping for the best.
Wednesday will come and go--finally, another exam down, one left. Parents will try and distract me from my nervous anxiety while I'll still being sitting on the couch studying--wishing and hoping for the best.
Finally, Thursday will come and go--the last exam will be done and I can finally breath again.

How can I rationalize that it is only two exams left? Just a few more days and this will be over...I can't seem to come to grip with reality because I'm overwhelmed...I'm scared.

There I said it. I admitted to perhaps my greatest weakness. I'm scared.

What if I don't study the right material?
What if I don't finish studying?
What if I get there and know nothing?
What if I can't sleep?
What if I can't eat?
What if I fail?

Too many "what ifs"--not enough common sense.