I hate the first page. It's absolutely the most intimidating thing ever for me. I am a handwriting perfectionist, and if I mess up, the notebook will be ruined forever. That's kind of how I feel about the beginning of...well, anything. It's overwhelming. Starting a new semester, trying to figure out what I want to do, what I want to get out of it...I just want to crawl under a rock. Actually I just want to crawl back into bed, and get a big hug from someone I shouldn't really even be talking to at this point, but that's another story. However, as my dad keeps telling me, I guess I shouldn't tell myself no. I should at least make an attempt, and let other people tell me no.
Good advice...