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January 24, 1948
Dear Mother and Daddy,
I suddenly realized today that I hadn't written; I really didn't mean to forget but all of a sudden everyone in the house decided to go to Yosemite this weekend, and I just knocked myself out trying to get all my work done so that I could go too. That is where I am now. I had a test last Tuesday in Constitutional Law for which I knew eleven cases cold, having memorized them all three times, but the test was awfully hard and there are so many older people in the class that know so much about it. There is even one man who
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has practiced law a few years. I can't understand what he is doing in the class, but it makes it awfully hard for people like me. I also had a book report due on Friday. It was about the book I read on John C. Calhoun and was a very interesting book. The report turned out to be eight typewritten pages. I thought I would never get through typing. I think I must take a course in typing because I type so slowly. On Wednesday night we had Freshman group of girls up for after dinner coffee. They asked me before hand to play for them all, and I practiced and practiced on two pieces, and when I finally played for them
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I got mixed up in both of them. I was awfully disappointed, and then after they all started to talk again I played three pieces for some girls just standing around the piano, none of whom were paying much attention to me, and I didn't make one mistake. I hadn't played any one of them since before Christmas.
Everyone is standing around talking, and I can't really concentrate on writing a letter, but I feel just terribly that I haven't written. Next Tuesday I will begin a series of instalments about all the social things that have happened since I went to the symphony with Jack. You will get a complete
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description of all last weekend and this one. Absolutely everyone from school came up here. They make arrangements every week for a hundred and twenty people at Yosemite Lodge, and since everyone I knew was going this weekend I just couldn't stay home.
You are going to be suddenly flooded with series of letters that you will wish I'd never written.
Love to all, Mary
