I’m just wondering why I get ready for class and drive to school every Wednesday and almost purposely make myself late. Then when I get to school I sit in the parking lot for almost an hour and convince myself it’s okay not to go. Meanwhile, my hearts beating fast, I’m twisting my hair, and beating myself up because I hate that I do this. I want my education. I’m in prenursing school. It’s the thought of doing group work and not having a partner or saying something weird or looking weird or the teacher calling me out and me turning red or something