After writing to Father, complaining about not rooming with Nessa, but reassuring him that I'd care for her, I wrote immediately to Thom.

Dearest brother Thom, I was accepted into a sorcery seminar class here at Shiz. I know that's really cool, but I have a problem. It's not that I fear my Gift, which I kinda still do, but that I'm worried about the teacher. Her name is Madame Morrible, but when she was explaining to me about the class she was a little overly polite, sort of like Duke Roger. That's why I'm worried. Let me know if you think I should trust her or just practice on my own in secret. I want to do what's right, but you are the Master Sorcerer, not me. I hope you get this letter soon and let me know what you think I should do. Your loving sister, Elphaba of Trebond.

Then I wrote to Alanna.

Dear Alanna, I guess I've gotten myself into somewhat of an adventure—I sort of accidentally signed myself up for a sorcery class. Here's the best part: I'll get to talk to the Wizard, which means I was just provided with the best chance to tell him the truth—that I'm his daughter, I mean. Isn't that great? Say hi to Coram. Tell him I miss him and I'll try not to get into too many adventures. Elphaba of Trebond.

Then I wrote to George.

Dear George, how are you? Have you been staying out of trouble with the law. I really hope you have because you are an excellent friend for any noble even if you are a thief. I'll come back to Corus when I can and visit as soon as possible. Elphaba of Trebond.

Then I wrote to Jon.

Dear Jon, how have you been? It seems like only yesterday we just met and now we're friends. Anyway, I'm at Shiz and I hope you'll come to visit. Elphaba of Trebond.

Then I wrote to Alex.

Dear Alex, I'm sorry, but I'm still with Raoul. Please move on, and find another girl. It's just that I feel we are too similar to ever have a chance of being together. We can still be friends though. Elphaba of Trebond.

Then I wrote to King Roald and Queen Lianne.

Dear King Roald and Queen Lianne, I miss everyone at Court very much and cannot wait for the first school break so I can come visit. I hope that you are feeling better, your majesty. I truly hope that the next time we meet, you will be well again. Sincerely and your humble warrior, Elphaba of Trebond.

Then I wrote to Gary.

Dear Gary, have you been making Raoul and the others laugh? I hope you have. Could you send me some of your jokes, so I actually have something to look forward to, besides annoying the living daylights out of my roommate and I really think you might have some good ideas, as long as they're not too crazy. Sincerely, Elphaba of Trebond.

Then I wrote to Sir Myles.

Dear Sir Myles, I have made into Shiz, which was a bit of a secret dream of mine from when I was little. I'm really excited. I will do my best to be the best student here and try to make you and the rest of my former teachers proud. Sincerely, Elphaba of Trebond.

Then I finally wrote to Raoul.

Dear Raoul, how have you been? It seems like only yesterday we just met and now we're friends, I mean lovers. I have made into Shiz, which was a bit of a secret dream of mine from when I was little. Anyway, I'm at Shiz and I hope you'll come to visit. I guess I've gotten myself into somewhat of an adventure—I sort of accidentally signed myself up for a sorcery class. I was accepted into the sorcery class, thanks to Nessa. You remember her—the little sister that I never shut up about—that one. Here's the best part: I'll get to talk to the Wizard, which means I was just provided with the best chance to tell him the truth—that I'm his daughter, I mean. Isn't that great? I can't believe it either. I know that's really cool, but I have a problem. It's not that I fear my Gift, which I kinda still do, but that I'm worried about the teacher. Her name is Madame Morrible, but when she was explaining to me about the class she was a little overly polite, sort of like Duke Roger. That's why I'm worried. Let me know if you think I should trust her or just practice on my own in secret. Oh, well, I still love you, and I miss you like crazy. I miss everyone else at Court very much too, but I miss you the most, besides Queen Lianne. I cannot wait for the first school break so I can come visit. Has Gary been making you laugh? I hope so. I've even asked for his help in dealing with my roommate, whom I loathe with a passion, Galinda Upland. She's the Shiz princess and thinks she's the best person to ever walk the planet. I highly doubt she'd have what it takes to survive the Ordeal. I'm also really excited since Frexspar let me go to Shiz, even if it is just to care for Nessa, because I didn't think he would. Unfortunately, technically, he thinks I'm grounded for, like, life, which is awful. Although, now that I think about I was grounded even at Court for using my Gift after Father had forbidden it, but it was Thom's fault, because he kept making me angry. You know me—when I get angry, I lose control and I accidentally use my Gift—that's how I got into the sorcery seminar. I can't wait to see you again. Maybe you and some of the others, like Jon, Alex, Gary, maybe Thom, and hopefully Alanna could come visit me here at Shiz. I love you. Love with all my heart, Elphaba of Trebond.

Then I noticed I'd signed all my letters the same way—Elphaba of Trebond—and then I thought, oh, well, it's not like anyone here besides Nessa knows my other identity as Elphaba of Trebond. I went and made sure that all letters came directly to the students and then went to go mail them. "Madame Morrible, students receive all their mail directly, correct?" I asked. "Yes, Miss Elphaba." she replied. "Thank you," I said quickly, and hurried off to mail my letters—to my friends at Court.

Galinda saw me walking toward her and I glared at her and then she asked, "For not being that popular, you sure seem to act like you know a lot of people." I rolled my eyes and said, "Whatever," thinking to myself; do not punch her lights out, no matter how tempting it might. Hopefully, Gary will come up with something to help you. You know he will. He's never let you down—none of your friends ever have—Francis did—that was Roger's fault—Roger killed Francis. Galinda glared at me and I innocently said, "What?" She slapped me and instead of responding the way I knew she wanted me to, I said, "Have it your way, Miss Galinda. I was trained not to argue with a lady." She muttered, "Geez, artichoke, why not go to a greenhouse?" I growled and thought, must remain calm. I scoffed, and snapped, "Really, Miss Galinda, really? You're pushing it. And I actually have better friends than you'll ever have." She snickered and said, "I'll believe you when I see them." She laughed and walked away, after taking my letters and tearing them up. I groaned, and then I remembered that I had saved a copy of each letter for myself and after grabbing some envelopes, returned to my room where I addressed them and quickly mailed my letters, after rewriting them—although I'd burn most of them—Sir Myles', Alanna's, Thom's, George's, Alex's, Jon's, the one to King Roald and Queen Lianne, and Gary's—the only one I'd keep would be the one for Raoul.