gnore e glances and pedal blit gets so bad t tart rambling on about quot;asking Fat; I s off ime Ive scion to anotopic. t innocent types. Of course, try to take  tely knocking on t off my bike and eito make furt as if Im insulted and tell tain terms to go on  me. til tomorrow.

    Yours, Anne

    SUNDAY, JUNE 21, 1942

    Dearest Kitty,

    Our entire class is quaking in its boots. ting in o t grade and ire vacation savings on t. From morning to nigs quot;Youre going to pass, No, Im not,”

    quot;Yes, you are,quot; quot;No, Im not.quot; Even G.s pleading glances and my angry outbursts cant calm t about a quarter of t back, but teac unpredictable creatures on eartime table in t direction for a c so  my girlfriends and myself.

    ell make it. t Im not sure about is mat. Until telling eac to lose .

    I get along pretty eaceac me for t time because I talked so mucer several ;A Cterbox.quot; A cterbox, e about t? Id  t later, I decided. I jotted do in my notebook, tucked it in my bag and tried to keep quiet.

    t evening, after Id finis of my e about t my eye. I began t t ain pen. Anyone could ramble on and leave big spaces bet the

    trick o come up s to prove ty of talking. I t and t, and suddenly I e tisfied. I argued t talking is a female trait and t I  to keep it under control, but t I o break myself of t, since my motalked as muc more, and t t muc ined traits.

    Mr. Keesing  my arguments, but alk my  class, ime it o be on quot;An Incorri