I Joined A Critique Group

I took the plunge and joined a critique group. Now I'm second guessing myself all over the place. The other three seem to write fiction for much older kids than I do and I'm afraid I may have landed myself in the wrong group. So, when I introduced myself I told them that if they felt I didn't belong they could kick me out and I wouldn't go postal on them. That should make a good first impression, don't you think? Hmm, maybe not. Well, it's done now and there's no changing it. I also jumped into college with both feet only to find that the pool is completely empty of water and by that I mean that I finished all my paperwork yesterday and the deadline for registering for classes for the spring term is today. Guess how many classes that I need have openings. Uh, yeah. So, I can take German if I wish but I'm not sure I want to. I haven't decided if I want to speak a language that makes me spit on the people I talk to. The Spanish class I wanted to take is online and I would have loved it but, well, you know, it was closed by the time I found it. I know, pathetic but that seems to be the way my life is right now. Maybe someone will drop out of the classes I need on Monday or Tuesday and I'll be able to squeak in. Or ... maybe I'll just wait until the summer session and do it right. In the meantime, there is the scary new critique group and there's always the day job. It isn't like I have nothing to do. *sigh*