It's starting and I am about to poop my pants

I got home yestesterday to discover two big boxes on my kitchen table. I slowly navigated myself around them, cleaned up the kitchen, but my stuff away from work, changed into pajamas, finding anything I could to procrastinate opening the packages. If you know me you know that opening packages is something I don't ever procrastinate on doing. I am the 27 year old that wants to open christmas presents as soon as they are placed under the tree, even if it is 3 weeks before christmas. Not finding anything else to procraste wilth, I finally opened them, knowing exactly what they were, they were going to be my life for the next 5 months, they were the beginning of the change to my entire life. They were the means to most all the stresses and tears I would be facing for the next 2 years, they were my first semester nursing books!!! I carefully filed them away in my closet, next to the newly purchased notebooks, and binders, the nursing binders that Mom sent to help me study, and the random school supplies that I had already purchased. The fear has started to take place of the excitement that appeared when I first got the acceptance letter a month and a half ago. Two more weeks until the first day of class. I feel like Mom should be there waiting outside to take the first day of school picture.