Obligatory "I'm starting a new blog and trying to figure out how this works" post. I think I can finally accept that Livejournal is dead. It used to be fun because everyone had one, and I wanted to stay at my old blog there because it is basically a written record of my entire adolescence. But on the same token, I suppose that a new blog is also appropriate because I am no longer 16 (hard to believe that 16 is now 8 years in my rear view mirror), and I am on the verge of a very new chapter in my life, and no one ever logs into LJ anymore, anyway.
I'm hoping that future posts will be less stream-of-consciousness. I'm also still on the fence about this whole blogging thing, anyway, and I'm not sure I'm even going to post again after today.
So this is the last week of what is (god willing) my last semester of court reporting school. That is assuming I pass the CSR next month. And while failing is a very real possibility, I can't think about that for too long without starting to panic, so for the sake of my sanity, I'm operating under the assumption that I'm going to pass. That by the end of the summer, I'll be a walking, talking, licensed, working court reporter. I should add that THAT thought is almost as terrifying as the thought of failing is. ALMOST.
Basically I'm at the point with this test business where I know that I am physically capable of passing, that it's becoming easier and easier for me to pass the practice tests, and that the only thing standing in my way is my own anxiety. So now I just have to figure out how to stop being so nervous about getting nervous, get out of my own head, and just do the damn thing.
I mailed in my application for the CSR today. The disgruntled postal workers only made it marginally less epic.
When I was getting my certification letter from my teacher for the application, she told me that I am the fastest person to ever qualify for the CSR in the history of my school. So that's kind of awesome. But it also makes me put even more pressure on myself to pass the CSR the first time (lots of people don't). If I slow my momentum, it feels like I've failed. And it's felt really good with this court reporting thing to finally not fail at something.
