I think I can, I think I can...

My first day of class at UNT did nothing to help me gain confidence about getting my masters. I arrived on campus around 11:30, got a parking sticker and spent the next 20 minutes circling one way streets to find a place to park where I wouldn't get a ticket. Not the closest parking to the my class, but I think I'm okay. It took about 5 minutes to get to my class and I was late for my first day. The instructor was already talking ninety to nothing and continued to talk for two hours. Needless to say she is a very passionate person and has a lot of stories. We finally got a break after my bladder was about to explode and all we had done was go through the syllabus and have introductions. I started having a little mini anxiety attack when I realized the amount of work that was going to be required for this short 5 weeks. At this point, I started questioning what the hell was I doing. The next two hours was okay, but I think I may be a little ADD because I just can't stay focused for that long. After class I headed to the bookstore and financial aide, I really didn't know where they were. So I'm lugging my computer bag, which I haven't even used yet in the heat, my hair is sticking to my face and I realize that I am extremely hungry, but I need to get my books and go to financial aide before they close.
When I got to financial aide, I found out my verification did not go through because I failed to fill in all the boxes with 0's that didn't apply to me. So I got that done and headed to the bookstore. When I got to the bookstore, I found out that they don't have two of the books that I need for that class. It would take a week or two to get them in. Which is halfway through the class, but they did direct me to an off-campus bookstore, so I headed there to get one of the books I needed. I did find that there is parking right across the street from my class, which would have been nice to know before my fist class, so i reparked. I am a little shaky at this time because I still haven't gotten anything to eat, but I got one of the books I needed, so I headed back to campus union to find some food. Since it's summer there wasn't really anything open, but I did finally find something and I started to relax a little bit, but then I realized that it might be a good idea if I try to get my book for the next class. YEAH, they actually had one left!
My second four hour class, was much better, the teacher is great! But it is still fours hours!
On my way home, I really started to have an anxiety attack. When I got home, I just started bawling. Can I really do this? I know that I can because I can do anything I set my mind to, but I was mentally exhausted. This morning, I broke it all into pieces so that I'm not looking at the entire 5 weeks at one time. One day at a time. I just have to keep telling myself that. I think I can...I think I can...I think I can...