Was sorry to hear when I came to school that my friend John Cottrell was caught smoking. He is a very good fellow, and it is a great pity. During the day, he was sent home, but I didn’t mind very much as I am sure he will come back in a few days as a day boy, like myself. Went to the doctor again to be injected, and did not come home till half-four, when I was half famished with hunger. I am beginning to get a great liking for Horace’s Odes, especially the famous ‘Eheu, eheu, fugaces’, Postume, Postume, labuntur anni’ etc. I often wonder what I am going to become! Wrote a letter to Julia, asking why I have not heard from her for such a long time.
