December 17, 2003

• Chapter 5 (cont.)

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  The following year I chose Elementary Education as a major. It was quite common for women to choose nursing or teaching as a career in those days, though I had no real leaning toward either. What I loved most was languages and during my life I have studied Latin, Russian, German, Swedish, French, Spanish, and Hebrew to one extent or another. There seemed no real career choice for this skill at the time, however. By spring of my junior year, I was receiving all A’s and B’s in my classes and still feeling very anxious. In May I reported home that “I’ve been getting more and more tense and upset and yesterday I just couldn’t take it any more so I went down to see the doctor at the medical center. I was so upset while I was talking to her that I was shaking all over and I really had to struggle to keep from bursting into tears. She gave me some pills to calm me down a little so I could study and she helped me make an appointment to see one of the staff psychiatrists tomorrow to talk things over. It’s just that I’m so worried that I won’t be able to finish all my work this quarter. The doctor told me that many students come in with the same kind of problems.” Once again, I was given pills. (to be continued) Deep Thought:  I think there probably should be a rule that if you’re talking about how many loaves of bread a bullet will go through, it’s understood that you mean lengthwise loaves. Otherwise, it makes no sense. Today I am grateful for:  Email

  
  

   

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