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watch out for falling ego

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self depricating thoughts ahead

so. my class. my projects.

on one hand, i really like what i'm doing. everything is really nifty until i get to class. i mean, i get work done to a place that i'm happy with. i usually put together some reasonable zemblance of a presentation. somehow, when i come to class, a part of it gets all mixed up. all of a sudden, looking at everyone else's work things that i'd been happy to pass off as mine, no longer seem good enough.

people keep telling me to keep it in perspective, but i feel as grossly out of proportion as my drawings.

i want to know how it looks like i'm doing. inside it feels better all the time. i want that side to be what shows, but somehow it feels like other people see only my self-doubt.

i know i don't show as much as i could. i'm nervous. i guess the only way to get un-nervous is to just go for it. dive in and never look back.


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