I survived it. The first week of school is over and done with and now I can breathe again. It was one big clusterfuck of stress to be perfectly honest. It left me wondering if I'm over doing it this semester. Actually I know I'm over doing it but I'm moving forward anyway. Being insanely busy just makes the year fly by which isn't really a bad thing. I have two more years left in this place, which really means only two more years left with my friends. Then we're all moving to different places. That last part is the part that scares the crap out of me really. I can't honestly bear the thought of moving somewhere where I know no one, and all of my friends being thousands of miles away. It makes me cringe. I'll get a test of that next spring when Sam and Andy both go abroad. Until then I guess I just need to squeeze in as much time with my friends as I can afford. This semester is going to kill me.