December 7, 1991
November 1991
November 27, 1991
27 November
Exams started today. I was supposed to invigilate an afternoon exam, but I was violently ill. I don’t know what caused it: the cheese I ate for lunch? the Ravioli I ate two days earlier? I had felt the same way after eating the ravioli before, however, I never puked.
I thought I might make it to school. I didn’t. I slept and then had severe shaking and chills. I gradually ate throughout the day, napped, and read.
I still feel weak at the moment, but I should be in good enough shape for school tomorrow. My schedule is even lighter. I only have a third form class first period. The fifth formers also take the Math multiple choice exam.
I have to do some wash and work on my law school applications or financial aid before I retire tonight.
On Monday I got a copy of my contract for the apartment. It wasn’t a signed copy; it didn’t have anything about the security deposit. Mrs. Garraway saw me yesterday; she didn’t say anything about the rent. She’s checking out the place Tuesday.
November 1991
November 23, 1991
23 November
It rained today. In the morning, afternoon, and at night it rained. I started my day by delaying going to the market until the rain slowed to a drizzle. There wasn’t too much to buy because there weren’t many sellers. I had trouble changing a $5 bill until Murphy helped me.
I went home to eat my fish cakes, bakes, and Raisin & Cinnamon bagel which had fallen in my pot of water. I was resting it on top of the lid to warm it up. I knocked it in unfortunately. I used Strawberry Cream Cheese on top of the bakes and bagel.
Mrs. Garraway knocked on my door to tell me I forgot to pay my rent. I reminded her of the agreement that the deposit would become the last month’s rent. She said we never agreed to that. I hope Brad and I had her write it on the signed agreement. I’ll find out Monday when I ask Gabriella to send up a photocopy with Bill.
November 22, 1991
22 November
This year it won’t be so difficult to get to the Thanksgiving dinner; it’s on a Saturday the day after the Open House. Making cookies this year might be difficult; my oven still doesn’t work. My landlady today said that the repair man might show up Monday. She’s been saying that for weeks. If it happens, I’ll be happy.
Mrs. Garaway also said that she would have to check out the apartment early in case I owed any money for damages. She is really worried about her money. I used to think she was a good business lady. Now I see her as an irrational, greedy person.
I’m happy that she didn’t see or mention anything about my two guests in the last week. Linda Rodgers was here from Mon.-Wed.