As I head into my junior year of college, I wish I could sit behind this computer and tell everyone that I know exactly what I’m doing, and I have this “college thing” worked out. But the truth is: I’m still scared. I’m scared of failing my classes, I’m scared of tripping up the stairs of the RSC, I’m scared of stuttering in class and having to move to Alaska out of shame. I’m scared — scratch that, terrified — as I step fully into the role of…
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