Wednesday, May 27, 1914

Exams, exams, exams. I've had physiography and algebra, but the worst is yet to come -- Latin. I've studied till my back's sore from leaning over and my head aches from eyestrain and still I don't know anything. Last night Irene and I studied together. We worked from about 7:30 to 8:30. She was nearly undressed to keep cool. At 8:30 Papa and Mama came by in the buggy and we got in and drove up to the concert of the Apollo and Chaminade Clubs where Mrs. Gerke was. We stood and listened awhile then came back and Irene and I studied again till 10 o'clock, when her father and Roscoe came home. Mama is up town and I'm so tired I can't study anymore so I don't know what to do. The reason the writing is so bad is that I'm sitting on the arm of a rocker holding my book in my hand.