Yesterday was the first day of the winter semester. Yesterday was also the day I officially withdrew from the classes I was planning to take. (Going to school was my back-up plan in case I didn't have a quality job lined up.) I know it may be foolish, but I'm putting all my hopes into the fabulous public-relations job that I'm trying to get.

I've been working on perfecting my cover letter and resume and am getting close to having everything ready.

Everytime I think about the job, my hands start to sweat.

Even though it's way too early, I can't stop planning my new life. I keep thinking about the apartment building I'll be able to live in if I get the job and what I'll wear if I get an interview.