Finally got up the courage to open the email from my professor (more accurately: accidentally opened it while deleting spam). And…well, my grade is not an F, and the professor was understandably terribly disappointed in my work and in me.
And, well, it’s done.
The mix of extreme relief and regret is weird, and mostly translates into weird sobbing.
One of the things that I love about Clara is that she is a liar —it’s a flaw usually reserved for villains.
But I also know it’s going to bite her in the behind like nothing else and I’m wincing in deep sympathy and…doing the emotional equivalent of hiding behind the couch.