1939 Sundays are usually lonely. This was no exception – in fact, it was worse than most. – I loathed myself all day – By evening I wasn’t fit company for anyone – I put on my winter coat – sat out in the moonlight + got over it!
1940 TUES 11:00 HERE I AM TRYING TO CONCENTRATE ON MY LESSON PLANS + NOT SUCCEEDING AT ALL. I DON’T LIKE GRAMMAR! – WELL, I WAS NASTY ALL DAY, AND IT DIDN’T EVEN DEPRESS ME – MAYBE I’LL BECOME INURED TO IT? –
1941 12:50 JUST WROTE A HECK OF A GOOD LETTER TO MLLE – WITH ALL THE EVIDENCE INTACT – HOPE IT NETS ME SOMETHING. – SEEMS LIKE I’M NOT TIRED WHEN I’M ABSORBED IN WHAT I’M DOING – HAD A NICE DAY AT SCHOOL –
1943 FRI I DON’T THINK I WANT TO SEE Herman AGAIN. HE CAME OVER ABOUT NINE – WE WALKED, WENT TO A MOVIE… THEN UP RIVERSIDE – MY NEMESIS… I LOATHE HAVING HIM KISS ME… I HOPE HE DOESN’T CALL AGAIN. IT WILL BE MUCH SIMPLER… BOB SNOOK CALLED I HAD LUNCH with HIM. WE DON’T HAVE TO WORK Saturdays