Unsettled

I do want to go home. I really, really do. All that separates me from home are my results. Please let me pass. I just want to pass. I can't go home if I fail. I'd have to resit and go back in July. I have this sick, sinking feeling in my stomach that its not going to be good. Its a most strange feeling.

I'm scared.

The email that determines my fate is sitting in my inbox, but I can't open it because everyone else is trying to at the same time.

Give thanks in all circumstances, remember.