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December 1
Today was "swear-under-my-
breath-but-grin-like-a-lady-on-
top" day. The Psych test, though fair,
emphasized the things I hadn't quite
gotten around to studying, so I
don't expect to do too sharply on it.
Statistics really riled me up:
and I came nearer to wanting
to drop a course than I've ever
before done. We don't see how we
can possibly ever understand
the stuff. 'Tis sheer hell! We
groaned hysterically all the while.
Tonight Punchy, Lou and I
went to chapel in search of some
spiritual uplift. (We needed something).
Mr. Pholen spoke and was most
boring.
I whipped up a termpaper on
Frederick W. Taylor and did some
accounting. Oh! To catch up!