Violet felt better now, even though most of what Professor Schmoe was saying sounded like old platitudes that didn't mean much of anything. But he meant well, and Violet felt he was sincere. Why--he almost seemed nervous! As nervous as she felt. Did grownups--did professors feel nervous, just like kids? Violet had always thought that when she grew up, she would have it all figured out and never feel awkward or confused or stupid again. What if...what if growing up meant you were just an older verion of your same old self? What if you never had it all figured out?! This made Violet feel a bit frightened; she would have to think all this over later, when she was alone with her journal.

But for now, she supposed she should say something reassuring, just in case Professor Schmoe really was nervous. And maybe try to find a graceful way to end this awkward conversation.

"Well, thanks, Professor Schmoe, that gives me a lot to think about. I feel much better now." Violet tried to smile in what she hoped was a friendly and reassuring manner (but which she suspected just looked silly).