The night before starting first grade, I couldn't fall asleep and was stressed beyond max. My mom came to check on me, saw that I was still awake, and asked what was wrong. I said I was worried about going to first grade because...
...I didn't know how to spell the word ingredient.
Keep in mind, I was six years old.
My mom assured me they would teach me how to spell it and that everything would be okay.
I'd like to think that this neurosis and starting something new anxiety would have ended in Mrs. Jabba's classroom... but oh no. No it does not.
(In case you were wondering, I am up later than I wanted to anxious about starting my new job, which is what brought this on)
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