Tuesday, April 18
Edie was in a good mood as she left her French class. They were having a two-part midterm this week, but she knew she’d done really well with the written part today—it had been about half multiple choice and fill-in-the-blank questions, and half a short essay. She wasn’t sure her grammar was perfectly fluent in the essay, but she was sure she’d gotten every single one of the questions right. She would do pretty well on the midterm even if the speaking part didn’t go as well.
“That wasn’t too bad,” Zip was saying as they walked out together. From the way she was talking over the test, quickly and repetitively, Edie surmised that Zip had been very nervous about it. “I think I remembered most of the questions. I’m not sure how well I did on the essay, though. You probably aced that part.”
Edie smiled. “I’m not sure. I mean, I did okay, I think. But it’s harder to remember what goes where when I’m actually trying to create a whole sentence that makes sense.”
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