[Though she's very nervous about keeping her journal out of the hands of others, she often spaces out and doesn't always pay attention to it]
I would rather be home right now. I'd rather be home, on my farm, in my town, with the sheep and the cows and my family. Even Wentworth. Small, screaming Wentworth. Actually the quiet isn't so bad I shouldn't say that EVEN Wentworth.
I let my anger get the better of me. Attempting to turn other students into frogs, mentally or otherwise, is an improper use of my powers and can only set me on a path that ends in cackling. I don't take it back. The only way to improve is to know yourself better. Flaws, warts and all. But, even though I know better now, I don't think that will be enough to convince them I should go home.
It should be though. Really.