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#36 Cabot Hall, Radcliffe
Cambridge, Mass.
October 30, 1946

Dear folks,

This is certainly going to be a full week. Saturday there is the hour exam in Biology. Monday, the one in History. And next Wednesday, the French test. I have done studying for none of them so far--have been doing my composition. Since I got % Don the the last one again, I knew I would have to spend a lot of time working. There were far too many spelling mistakes in typing(3) and crudities in writing, although he said that the material was good. So my latest theme has 1370 words--on experiences in high school. I'd rather not send back any themes, as they are too bulky and I have to have them on hand for reference most of the time. I can bring them home at Christmas.

Had the most embarassing experience Monday. It was just five minutes before the History Quiz, and I wanted to comb my bangs. Right next to the room where we take the test is a room marked "Men", but I thought, because of certain installations within, and because I had been in before that it was a mis-sign. Well, this morning it wasn't. I was so astonished I fled, leaving my purse behind. If he hadn't cleared out in three minutes I wouldn't have been able to take the test--all my writing materials were in the purse.

Alice Glazer is certainly [[strikethrough]] a [[/strikethrough]] an interesting girl. Lithe, dark, but not athletic--rather more like a sensitive wild animal. Her eyes fairly blaze with comprehension sometimes. Comes from Long Island, New York. Her room-mate, on the other hand, is almost [[strikethrough]] bup [[/strikethrough]] brusque; she is good at Math [[strikethrough]] e [[/strikethrough]] and sports and is the sort who is always ready to lend or borrow with anyone . She has a very strong affection for Patti Dunham, and is with her most of the time, even when Patti's Dick comes over to spend the evening downstairs. When Patti was sick,"Willie" was to be found on her bed all day, singing her songs. When other people claim Patti's attention, she watches them with dark, solemn eyes.

I really haven't time to write more today. This morning at 9:30 I have a chest x-ray. I have to read two books in History, and prepare a speech for French.

Love,

Doris