At first I was so happy I wanted to run all over the farm screaming, but now I'm just scared. Scared I won't get in, scared I'm not smart enough, scared that even if they let me in, I'll do badly and they'll make me leave. I've been lazy with my algebra because it's so hard, but I'm going to try again. I can't let Auntie down.
And now Lee is here, telling me to hurry up. We're supposed to go sing Christmas songs for people. I never did this back home, but it seems to be a popular thing here. It ought to be a good time-- it's a cold, clear evening with a moon rising and just enough snow on the ground to make the fields look like the white sands back home. It's magical.
The only thing that would've made it perfect would've been if I had heard from Robert.
Gotta go sing "Joy to the World" now.