24th May, 1888
Dear Diary,
Exams are doing funny things to my brain. Couldn't get to sleep for hours last night, and then when at last I did I had a... dream. I started off being in my Charms practical - which ought to have been fine, Charms is fine! - only the only thing in the room besides the examiner was a sprig of mistletoe from the Christmas before last, and of course the mistletoe had no power but it was Justice so I - well, leaned in just like I did last time, only I kissed him for a lot longer than last time and of course my eyes were closed, but then I opened them and - and it hadn't been J under the mistletoe at all, but his stupid friend Mr. Vance?! And then Professor Ruskin in the dream announced very soberly that I was had been awarded a T. Not a Troll but a T for TROLLOP and was to be promptly expelled??!?! I woke up immediately, of course - but if I went on to fail all my real finals today you, at least, dear diary, shall know why I was so out of sorts.
Love, Jemima
