Beginning with Tuesday I have one exam a day next week.
Entries from the diary my grandmother kept as a teenager in the early twentieth century; notes and thoughts provided by my father.
Friday, June 24, 2011
Wednesday, May 20, 1914
We're all mad. Mr. Mitchell isn't coming back next year. A man by the name of Weedenhamer has been elected. Of all the shameful stunts that the board has done I think this is about the shamefullest. I suppose they'll take Miss. Graff again. She's taught for 37 years and I guess she's good for 37 more. Mr. Mitchell tried to raise the standard of the school and she kept it down. Now they've driven him away and I suppose they'll keep her. They say the new man is a swell singer and I suppose we'll have to make the best of him.
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