One Down

Pale supervisors circled the exam room like dementors from Harry Potter. IHK employees, methodical and serious, making sure no one cheated. This was the theoretical exam in Berlin’s fashion center—the thing that had cost me weeks of sleep. And it actually went okay. I wrote things that made sense. My mind didn’t go blank, which was the main thing I was worried about.

Now I’m eating fries and sleeping for a week. The practical part comes next—building a website for some museum. I don’t know which museum yet. I’m looking forward to it. Not.