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Tomorrow they decide if I'm talented enough for art school. The idea of being in the room when the guy's looking at my work is even more daunting than that of it being judged. I don't want to have to see his reactions. But I do. But I don't...gah! I begin shaking just thinking about it. I appreciate when people say that a drawing of mine is good but they aren't the ones who will decide if I'll get into the school I want...if they were, I'd be really, really happy.

So scared.