I think it's curious that this semester I'm probably undermore stress with less actual work than I was last semester. Why? Last semester I was involved in desperate struggle to get grades that wouldn't knock me out of the running for medical school. This semester I'm on the brink of a fantastic success...the kind that gives you a leg up over everyone else. Its funny that the possibility of getting bad grades last semester didn't both me nearly as much as the possibility of not getting great ones this semester.
Or maybe it's just that enough time has gone by that I've forgotten.