March 31, 1931 - Tuesday

I went to my first class at eight. I have been feeling awful all day. I’ve been lying down reading mostly. After dinner went for a long walk in the rain with Jeanne. I’m loosing June E. as roommate.

I’m certainly glad that his month is over. Such a time with staying up late and exams and so far it’s a wonder I’m not a nervous wreck. I’m cross enough as it is!

George's letter home:

Lo’ Folks,

Here I am in my room shooting my bran-new stationary right back to you. I went to my first class today; I wish they were all like they are on the first day you just get your assignments and then leave.

Bob O’Melveny and I went to a fifteen-cent show this afternoon and just got back.

I just hid Preble’s chair, and he is ranting around the lodge trying to find it. Good joke on him. My pen came this morning, and I certainly was glad to get it. Kind of a dumb trick to run off without it anyway.

There isn’t much news, so I will write you a long letter at the end of the week.

Love, George