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Tuesday, May 20, 1930
[[strikethrough]] Sunday, May 13, 1928 [[strikethrough]]

I haven't written here in almost a week! There hasn't been terribly much to say...Several letters from Bob, each as nice, if not nicer than the last, and makes me tremendously happy! It will last, the friendship, even if the letters are not as frequent, because its foundation is deep and real, even the structure has the appearance of fantasy and unrealness.

I wish I knew Mr. McKloskey better. Writing letters occasionally has been fun--because I'm sure he feels disgusted and unhappy in the business of teaching Ethics, because it can never reach his ideals, but he is evidently obligated to do it in gratitude for Dr. Elliot's kindness to him when he was a little boy! He hasn't really spoken to me, but I'm hoping that when I work at the Guild he will. He is a very alive person, and has a remarkable power of making any incident about which he speaks seem real and exciting - and he can make one feel the sadness or gladness in it. His very blue eyes are truly the twinkly kind, and they are shaded by bushy blondish red eyebrows; on top is a crop of redish hair standing up straight like grass in a field, and then bending back the same way; his smile is grand and contagious - He is a grand person. I should like really to know him. 

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Monday, May 14, 1928

A letter for Mother and me to-day from David. I shall have to write to him again, because I want to, but I wonder if he likes getting mail from me. I get a great kick from writing to people like David and Bob - people who will be interested in ideas-such as they are- and I fear they is very doubtful and flimsy. I wonder if I shall ever have really great ideas -and if so, if I will be able to express and prove them. I hope so.

One more day of school, and then exams. I shall be glad when it is over. I'm so tired and sick of it, and feel as if I were living under some heavy weight- and I feel as if I were bluffing through it all- Am I? It will be good to have it over for this year.

Mrs. Goodrich & Mother liked the poem about the heights and depths, so I should like very much to do something else fairly good,- I shall try. I wish I had some more ideas; I've used those I have. 

From Bob's letter
"Oh, the long road, Aline and you so far away,
Oh, I'll remember-
'I'll always remember'"---

Transcription Notes:
Not sure about the last phrase in the first paragraph. Also, not sure how to indicate the arrow drawn at the bottom of the second page.