Was astonished to find that I am nominated for the Senior Cup trial match with Fermoy to-day. My place was right wing forward. Cycled home and finished Harmony and piano. Then cycled up to school. We all went then up to the camp field near the barracks and met the Fermoy fellows there. The match began. I played hopelessly throughout, scarcely hitting the ball once. We were finally beaten by a point. The rest of the fellows were disgusted with me. I am never any good at games, except perhaps at tennis, but all the same, I felt pretty miserable. Didn’t wait for dinner up there. I hate the forced: ‘Well played’. Had a good tea, to make up, did comp.: ‘The readiness is all’ fairly well, and had a good read of ‘Lands and Peoples’.
