Camp makes me anxious — and so does everything else.

Tomorrow, I leave for camp. Not summer camp — outside in the trees and bugs and dirt — at a college. Learning journalism.

While I don’t not want to go, I’m a little anxious. How will I represent my school’s journalism program? Will I do well? What if the older kids make fun of me?

I am not diagnosed with social anxiety, but you would have to be blind to not see it. I can’t talk to anyone without blushing, my heart racing, and the world feeling like it’s going 100 miles per hour.

And of course, I have chronic laziness. It just never goes away.

These four days are fundamental. They could make me see a passion in journalism. They could be detrimental to my social life in the school newspaper this year. They could go wonderfully, or terribly, or really uneventfully.

Whatever happens, I hope when I get back I can see the purpose of going, I don’t want to feel like there was no reason to go.

And, of course, I hope I’ll get to break a lot of rules away from ol’ mom and dad. ;P


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