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Show pour out, with the mood she was in, they might look like a mess of pig slop on paper. "See ya, genius," said Mimi going out the door. "You'll do great." For the next half hour, Kim sat staring at the wall, unable to move or think. Gradually, her mind began focusing, first on the phone conversation with her mother, and then on her paper. The Residence seemed so empty, yet she wanted so badly to talk to someone about the phone conversation with her mother. She couldn't sit staring at the wall all night. She had to do something or she'd go crazy. What use was it to do the paper now she had to leave? All her work to get on the team...it was all wasted. She'd gone through a mine field for nothing. Still, she had to get a grade in the course. She couldn't flunk. And more than the grade, there Mrs. Parker who believed in her. Somehow, she couldn't let her teacher down. She reached down to her binder which was lying on the floor and snapped open its metal rings. She took out some paper and set it neatly on her desk, deciding that the paper had to be written. She put her head down on the blank sheets of paper, hoping Karma would come to get her out of this mess. But she didn't even know where to start. For several minutes she thought and wondered and finally decided that Mimi had a point. Facts and figures were not the way to go. If Mrs. 135 |