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November 6, 1946
Dear Mother and Daddy,
I have just got back from having a flushot. Everyone has been getting the flu, and since I have just been getting over a cold, I thought I had better have one. I'm so busy, I'd just never have time to have the flu.
I had a big test in International Lew this morning. I studied all yesterday afternoon, last night, and for two hours this morning; but since the test seemed neither to be on the lectures or the book, I have no idea how in the world I did on it. I very pleased with the outcome on my History test, for I got either a very high B, or an A. The outcome of my Economics test, however was just exactly what I expected. I have two more tests in both of those courses next week, one right after the other, which is going to be rather difficult, seeing that I am determined to get good grades on both of them.
I didn't have a music lesson last week, and I was sort of glad because I had such a big lesson that I didn't have it all down too well; and Dr. Popper is the kind of a person that you have to do as perfectly as you can for him, or do nothing at all. He had said such nice things about my playing that I didn't want to disappoint him. He had told me that he might have to reherse with the Stanford Players some times on Saturday, and luckily this was one of the times. For my next lesson, I have to play perfectly a piece by memory, have read a Chopin Prelude perfectly, and worked out rather difficult passages in two other pieces. I have to try and practice at least two hours every day.
Another surge of popularity has started again, but I know that it won't last long. I think that this has been the busiest rush I have ever had, and it makes me sort of mad when it comes when I have so many other things to do, instead of when I'm at home, and could not have to bother about too many other things. All the boys that have asked me out lately have not asked for just one date at a time, but two. It's most exciting, but I can't possibly accept them all. I can see now that I am going to have a lot of trouble going out with both Arthur Mathews and Jack Carpenter. I told you
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that I was going out with Art this Friday, well he called and said he would like to make a date before Friday. I said I couldn't possibly before Wednesday because I had to study hard for my test; so he is going to come over tonight at nine for a while. I saw Jack today and he asked if he could come over tonight too, but of course I had to say no. I am going to see Jack for a little while on Friday afternoon, and then I will have to rush home to go out with Art. I can see now that everything is going to get horribly confused. I am going to go out with Jack on Saturday night. A boy named Jim Miller has also asked me out, but I am not going out until next week with him. I met him at an S A E exchange dinner. He is in Law school, and knows an awful lot about music, in fact when I first talked to him, I was absolutely flabergasted by how much he knew.
I was terribly sorry to hear that Daddy was not feel was not feeling well, and I certainly hope that he fells better soon, but be sure and keep him in bed as long as he needs to, for if he doesn't, I shall fly home to pin him in with safety pins.
I want you to write and tell me if you want me to come home for Thanksgiving. I know I always have before, but this time I will be home for Christmas vacation about two weeks after, and I thought you might think it too much to come home when I would be home so soon again. If you think I should try it, however, I would like you to write and tell me; so that I can begin to make train reservations.
Love to all,
Mary
