I'm freaking out man

You are freaking out...man...

Finals are coming. Am I ready? No. Am I overloaded? Yes.

Summer is coming. Am I ready? No. No word yet on the job I not only desperately want but feel that I need, in every fiber of my being. Everything in my daily life feels like its funneling me towards this opportunity and I love that, but the fact is, I don't know who's decision it is to make and I'm not entirely sure those people know me well enough to see it. Furthermore, my ability to find a second job (or rather a first job, should I not be accepted) is handcuffed by my knowing whether or not I can commit full time or only part time, thus restricting my ability to be interviewed for other jobs.
I have to sublet also.

Fall comes after that and our senior scheduling is so messed up, I couldn't make the schedule I wanted, which has forced me out of the glorious position at the music library. I have to find a new job and I really have no idea how I'll have time for it. Except weekends. I won't make enough money, I know it. Thanks to the scheduling process, my schedule is so spread out, and no, not all my first or second choices made it. I assume the advisers patted themselves on the back for giving me a less-stressful and compact schedule, but what they don't realize is that my schedule needs to be compact so I can WORK.

Now I can either search for a fall job or study. Or flounder in fear of further financial restriction.

Every semester, I become increasingly aware of the true potential behind the term "poor college student."