At about 5, I notice something being plotted against me. I wonder what it could be. But I think I can guess. Yes, this evening at dinner they are pretty obvious about it. They decided, I don’t know why, to quarantine me. It doesn’t bother me. But they didn’t have the courage to say it to my face. I’m not afraid. So I’ll be the one to ask them for the reasons. What a sorry lot. There is one among them who was not bitten by the bug because he is not one of them. He (Claude Mathé) is in my class and really swell towards me. Verilhac was crying because someone took, who knows what, from him. I asked Siroit, the oldest, why this silence is being maintained around me. Evasive answer: “Because.” You gotta admit they’re real gutsy. I just finished a game of naval battle with Mathé. I’ll get even! Just filled out my leave pass.
Saturday 22.1 I got my student I.D. card. I went to the doctor around 1:30. There are many people because Saturday is market day. He prescribed Ephedrine drops and steam inhalation. There practically are no more classes. Over half the teachers are sick and the remaining ones don’t ask us to do any work. Their silence is diminishing. I collaborated some on Verhilac’s map. The laundry is not yet ready.