MsVindicta

6 days to the exams.

12 days to the end of my academic life.

XX days to the start of my working one?

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I’m not the least bit worried about the exams.

If anything, I know i’ll be well-prepared for them and even if I do, on the day of the examinations, miraculously fuck them up, I’ve already made sure the grades for my assignments more than ensure me a pass.

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It’s work I’m worried about.

It’s holy shit, being an adult, for real.

It’s bills, it’s responsibilities, it’s deadlines, it’s bosses, it’s living up to expectations, it’s juggling work and well, living life.

Funnily enough, in the day, I go about my daily business brimming with confidence; I know I’ve planned for my career the moment I entered Ngee Ann’s Mass Comm and I believe I can do it.

No, screw that.

I know I can do it.

At night though, the panic creeps in and all the insecurities hit.  

What if I’m not as good as I think I am? What if I’m just not good enough?

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Quiet confidence, E. You know you have that in you. 

So work it.