It was Wednesday of the third week.
Report had been submitted. Feedback had been given. Mrs. Miller had smiled, nodded, and told me to “keep at it,” while my professor raised a brow like he was trying to decode a secret message in my biweekly summary. Either way, it was done. Off my shoulders. And yet, my mind wasn’t exactly clear.
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