So Kat finds a fencing school, and the fencing equivalent of Graham Fuller is there, asking how well she fences. Kat gives some vague answer -- "I had a really good season last year" -- and he concludes for some reason that she's Junior Olympics material. Okay, so I guess the next thing we're going to see is Jacinda landing on the cover of British Vogue because she told the editors that she "is pretty." Gosh, I never realized how easy life could be.
Kat explains to the gang that she's going to the Junior Olympics in San Jose, and they all feign interest like they did with Michael (although they're probably thinking nicer thoughts about her hair). "I want to fence well," says Kat in a sit-down. "And that's why I'm trying to pull it together here," she says, pointing to her head. And then, in case we don't understand what the head-point means, she adds, "Mentally." Thanks, Kat. I thought you were talking about needing to put your hair back in a ponytail.
Kat talks to her mother some more. She sounds so needy, she's holding the phone like it's her very own crack-pipe. Her mother sounds like she really wants to get the fuck off the phone with her whiny daughter. "I don't feel confident anymore," says Kat in a voice-over, as she sits forlornly on the steps of the house. "And it's really hard. It's like I'm trying to re-establish what I am to myself." Thank god you've got great hair, Kat, because you are one boring girl.