December 29, 1889
Dear Diary,Today is Handsome's birthday. I am actually home for the holidays. Though most of my time is with a school book in my hands. Meals, tea. I can't bring myself to not glance at one class book or another. I'm nervous. Nervous to say something wrong, nervous of my upcoming tests. This is my last year. An opportunity to prove that I am worthy of the job I seek.
Thus far, however, I have managed to keep the books out of my hands unless I have no one to be around. I try to be polite about the fact that it's Handsome's birthday. I got him a rather nice hat. I don't know how he feels about it. I still don't know how he feels about the book I got for him at Christmas. We just feel so tense around each other.
From, Rachel