So much to do, so little time, I believe my life has resumed playing on fast-forward. Italy, Resita, driving, the Bac, college, the classes, the toil, the fun, the despair, I shudder to think of all that awaits completion. My stomach is constantly churning with excitement and doubt and fear at the same time. Will I make it? Will I pass these tests? Will my future be all that it could? I can feel my heartbeat in all that pulses around me, in my throat and in my chest, I’ve never been the one with nerves of steel and mineral water in my veins and so I can’t help but sustain my anxiety through self-doubt and endless questioning of the chances of success. And I’m living it to the fullest.