ABSTRACT
It is the month of January, here is my little room in college again. Once more I am surrounded by tribes of hateful girls. A few are nice. Anne is one. She will be back soon, about dinnertime. I am doing many things at once. I look from time to time at my economics cram-book, but it only reveals to me that nothing is known for to-morrow’s paper. However, that is of small moment, though my tutor’s opinion may be different.
