My brain is confused sometimes

For a few years now, my birthday has been a rather stressful time for me. My grandfather's birthday is the day after mine. That was always really exciting for me because we would celebrate together. He died five years ago. Since then, I can't see my birthday in the same way. It's hard to have a birthday the day before a dead dead relative. I didn't know how to handle it for a long time. Now that I've grown up a bit I understand that Him being dead isn't a burden to my birthday.. It would be the same no matter what the day would be. Both in death and in life he taught me a lot.  My grandfather is one of my heroes. I grieve a little less every day. I miss him a little more every day. I am a little stronger every day.  Happy birthday Papa.

Soooo...... This week took a weird turn around Wednesday. Instead of going about my day as normal, I had a bit of a freak out. Why? Well.... It's because of my good friend Brad. He and I were having a conversation in our Philosophy class about how our classes were going, and instead of just talking about our teachers and other students, we started talking about our hour counts. This is where it went down hill. I told Brad that I have around 58 hours on my record due to my duel-enrollment classes in high school. He immediately looked shocked. I had no idea why. He told me that the max hour count you could have to transfer was 62 hours. I immediately freaked out. I didn't want to graduate early, nor did I want to even think about leaving Jones. I started panicking. Instead of thinking about the situation rationally, I called my mother freaking out. She told me that it wasn't a big deal, but her words did nothing but anger me. I hung up the phone frustrated and stres