We had ordinary class to-day. I am feeling pretty disgusted after yesterday. I intended giving up all Sunday to a good swot at history, but owing to our excursion I could only do about an hour and a half when I came home. In addition, I tore my new suit, a very stupid thing as the cycling didn’t by any means improve it. So to-day I had to make up for lost time, and worked for about 5 hours at history altogether. From 5-7 we had an arithmetic exam in which I didn’t do too badly, getting about 5½ right out of 8. This took a lot from my history for which I have to swot the most, having to do the two books of Mullane’s History of Western Europe, Joyce’s Irish History, and Marioth’s History from 1789-1830. Scannie was laughing at me all along because I am so concerned about the exams, but I hate doing badly in any exam and feel rotten if I do. Poor Pa is sick at present. I had to go to his house to-day to see if he had the maths papers set, but he hadn’t. He lives in a small house with a cross old aunt, poor old gentleman.
