A Few Last Strings

I am ashamed to say it, but the truth is, I am growing bored with school. It may have something to do with my terrible tendency to procrastinate (say that 10 times fast) but yes, it's true- the pre-req's I so happily put off till these last couple of terms have shown up- as promised- to haunt my last few months at PCC.
And what's worse, I do believe something like fear is beginning to take hold of me, causing my inhibitions to swell like hives and aggravate. You see, according to Plan A 1/2 I should be moving onto PSU Spring term. I should be itching to sport a quarter pound notebook of beautiful, clean paper to my swell, upper level courses over on the University campus this April, yet I find myself stalling. I find myself distracted by all sorts of these, a few of which, I may call "renewed dreams". As a matter of fact, some of you may have heard me talking about these dreams lately. Dreams to act, dreams to set a new course toward photographer and finally, dreams to set time absolutely, peacefully still.
But I'm still not sure if the first two are possible.

Needless to say, if all of this is not a fowl consequence of fear, then I do have quite a dilemma at hand, because Spring term is quickly approaching. Of course, Math and Biology to tend to slow things down a bit and it looks like Winter hasn't much else to offer.