Cloudy, cool. Chapel. Actually had picture. Have terrible assignment in English, covering short story. Have to write an original one. Ooh! More reports in history. Grace said my hair looked so nice, and I don’t know how many people mentioned my picture in the paper. Nearly went to sleep in fifth study hall. Typed after school. Very cool to Jeanne G. Home and practiced. Mother to Legion meeting. In evening, read “Pudd’nhead Wilson.” Mrs. Moore phoned her congrats for my poem. She lost Ruth Mary’s address and I’ll have to get it from Bunny myself this time. Help! Rained at night. Nice. Oh, oh, here comes Mother! Lights out!