Lamb
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As the title suggest, I have to head back to my highschool to request transcripts be sent out to colleges. My counselor and some of the same representatives still work there. That's good in a way but, they're going to remember me. I will have to make chit-chat. They're going to ask what I've been up to in my life. I don't want to tell them how much time I've taken off.
I was "that kid" that wasn't suppose to screw up. How am I ever going to explain myself? Ughh..such a big fear. I'm going to freeze like a deer in headlights.
Please guys, tell me how illogical I'm being. That they're not going to judge me, and if they do it'll be alright. I've been putting this off for so long. My counselor is so nice too... I don't know how I could ever fear her. I also hate being around highschool kids. All the terrible memories start flowing.
I was "that kid" that wasn't suppose to screw up. How am I ever going to explain myself? Ughh..such a big fear. I'm going to freeze like a deer in headlights.
Please guys, tell me how illogical I'm being. That they're not going to judge me, and if they do it'll be alright. I've been putting this off for so long. My counselor is so nice too... I don't know how I could ever fear her. I also hate being around highschool kids. All the terrible memories start flowing.