Chapter 21: Peptalk

Walking out of the physics building, I drag my feet across the concrete in my slippers. My soul has already left my body since the start of finals. I managed to pass the history exam I practically stayed up all night for, and did moderately well in the other classes. Not as great as I have been before, but as long as I passed, that’s all that matters. Although this test was killer. The class average for physics is 61%, so the professor will definitely have to grade on a curve if he doesn’t want the school board on his case.

“Good work, Miss Interviewer.”