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Exams are finally over.
I'm pretty certain that I did well on everything except for French. I hope to god I pass that class, but chances are slim. I feel awful about it too, because Mme. Baker thinks I am emotionally disturbed or something. It's her fault, too. She didn't have to trick that secret out of me. She followed me out of the classroom after I finished on Wednesday, and then looked at me with teary eyes, and I could feel myself holding back tears as well. She always does that to me. Even during a good day. She will look at me with those motherly eyes and I just want to collapse and cry.
Pathetic.
Well, I really loved her as a person. I hope she has a good Christmas and just forgets about me.
I have been home now for almost four days. I went to work yesterday, and I don't have to go back till Monday, but I'm already dreading it. I really am not a gossip, but it's impossible to avoid it at Smuggs. It follows you about like a lost puppy dog, seriously, and before I know it I know who's preggers and who isn't, and who's quitting and who isn't, etc. It's too bad I can't make money doing a job I actually like.
Is this what I'm destined for? To work at Smuggs for the rest of my life?
Kill me now.
Three days till Christmas.