34 Midwinter December 27
(I guess I ought to get used to writing human-style dates.)
Ugh, we had another long day of presentations about the foreign exchange program today. Me and the other three girls who got selected to go. If I'd have known it would be so boring to get ready I never would have signed up. Nah, scratch that. I've got a mind-set of already being there. I can see it in my head, and it just feels more and more real with each new picture we see, or the short films they sometimes let us watch.
But it's only a couple more days!!!!!!
After the lecture, Miss Chestnut took me aside and told me how lucky I was, that there weren't very many pegasuses in the program, because of the reciprocity. I nodded, even though I wasn't sure what that meant—I had to look it up. I guess it's 'cause humans can't live in cloudhouses, even though they build tall skyscratchers (I think that's what they call them).
I never thought that living in a groundhome would work out to my favor.
Mom and my sister are planning a going-away party for tomorrow night. They think it's a surprise, but I found out about it when Juniper Berry asked me about it in history class. I didn't tell them that I know, 'cause that wouldn't be nice. I know they're stressed out about this, too. Mom had to go to a bunch of meetings after work, plus Juniper Berry said that when I'm away at lectures, they have some as well, about how to act with humans. She says that those are interesting and I think so too.
Sometimes I think they're making too much of it. We all want to be friends, right? That's the whole reason we have this student exchange program, to learn about each other's culture and language and stuff. Practically every presentation talks about that. So how do we learn if we're always walking on thorns around each other?