So a lot has happened.

I moved to Boston, met my roommate, started classes, keep falling in and out of serious bouts of homesickness...

I just had my first group meeting with my advisor and realized how stressed out this is making me. I'm a trucking freshman, again. For the next year, I'm going to have to bust my butt to have junior standing by this time next year. You can imagine how upset this make me. I have to complete a year and a half of work in one year, and make sure it complies to my major or else I'm looking at ANOTHER year here.

Which, broken down, equates to this:
Keep my four classes this semester, in an effort to establish myself in the city socially and emotionally so I stop getting homesick and thinking "Beauty school is always an option".
Take five classes next semester.
Take two classes over the summer at stupid community college, where I swore up and down I'd never go to again.

Half of me is basically thinking "I hate my life" while the other half is being reasonable and thinking that so many worse things have happened and it's not the end of the world and I want to get a PhD for crying out loud, so this will not be the only stressful part of my education.

Regardless of how level-headed I'm being about this, I'm laying low today until class later, and then I'll probably continue to lie low until the Jersey Shore party tonight.

Boooooooooo stress, do not like.

Edited, about ten minutes later: I just went down to check my mail in the other dorm building. I actually got three cards of encouragement from my family. One was from my little cousin, Olivia, one from her, my other cousin, my aunt and uncle and they got me a 20$ Dunkin Donuts giftcard and one from my mom containing 25$. So I suppose things are starting to look up for the day.