This evening some slob needled me, then hit me in the face with his fist (Liverand). I had a nose bleed and my lips are swollen. I see that DAD WAS RIGHT and I’ll get even. And the older ones are taking advantage by making fun of me. Their tongues are untied as well as that dear little cafe waiter and vegetable peeler “freckle face” = Verilhac. It could well be that he won’t be laughing much longer. Hennery left. I’ve nearly finished my map and since I am in pain, I’m going to do some reading.
Saturday 29.1
The laundry still is not ready. We had English class and I got a 16 and an 18. I finished The Yellow Snake by Edgar Wallace which, it turns out, I had read earlier. One of the boarders already returned (Wittelson).
Sunday 30.1 I first went to mass. There I helped a blind man whom I also helped last Sunday. Then we went to study hall. I read “Odd Story Of a Flight,” a small, pretty good book. At the Rex I saw “Business is Business” (not bad) and at the Family: “The Crow,” which was a bit boring. I bought some chestnuts 10 . Expenses: 10 + 10 + 13 = 33. Four guys arrived too late for