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February 12, 1948

Dear folks,

I want to apologize for my violent letter of last week. As Jean and I were saying this morning, people are insane much of the time, particularly me. (no value judgment attached) The thought of having to spend my typist-earned money on school was too overwhelming then; now I understand better how you are paying for [[strikethrough]] everything [[/strikethrough]] so much and need help. If you still feel that way, I can fairly easily arrange to have a room and board job next year and not have to pay any board at all in return for making a few meals a day or something like that. However, in my sane moments too I still think it would be a very good idea to go to Woods Hole; my next difficulty is persuading Cap Weston to give me some sort of endorsement on my application sheet. I hate the thought of typing at Beltsville most powerfully, but I would do it for a time if I had the promise of better things. I wonder when my application has to be in, and whether I can stipulate that I would only work a month; for I won't know whether I am accepted at Woods Hole until April. I believe if [[strikethrough]] I couldn't get the job there I would enquire about [[/strikethrough]] everything folded up I would go to the Employment office again and look for other educational possibilities, etc. Above many things, I want to have a summer in which I can associate with as many interesting people as possible, for when closed up in myself with little recreational possibilities I become quite distorted in thinking. Working with them isn't enough. I am afraid if I don't get adjusted quickly I will be permanently a problem. This is a sane answer, I assure you. Of course there are difficult periods, but they leave an impress if not treated somewhat.

Must run to Bio now. Too little time.

Love,
Doris