Eleanor Randolph Wilson McAdoo to Jessie Woodrow Wilson Sayre

This shall never, never happen again, you may be sure. I am so ashamed of myself and simply horror-struck when I realize that this is Wednesday and I haven't sent off a line to you yet. Oh Detty dear, I hope you haven't been worried at not getting a letter from me for so long—and after my promising to write in the middle of last week too! Oh I'm such a mess! I have never had to work so hard in all my life as I have had to this week and the last part of last—and that is some excuse for my wickedness, but not much because I had Sunday when I didn't have to work. I am studying very hard to make up my English and take a very hard test on it that the class had two weeks ago. Then besides that I have an extremely bad course this year which has become harder now that Mr. Jay has come back and I have begun my Greek lessons. He gives perfectly awful lessons and then when I learn them just as well as I know how he frightens it all out of me when I try to recite. He treats me as I imagine he would treated the boys at St Pauls and it is very different from what I am accustomed to. Right now I hate him and I don't think I will ever get used to him or be able to recite decently. I know he has an extremely poor opinion of my mind, and I'm afraid that I'm inot going to like my Greek at all this year. I am so discouraged about it!On Sundays DI take dinner and spend the afternoon with Aunt Annie and it is so nice and I enjoy it so much, and I have the best dinners.
Thank you so much, Day day darling, for your advice about Annie; it was such a help and so comforting. Of course there is no more question in my mind about it. But I'm afraid it's going to lower the frat. in my estimation and that I'm going to be miserable, because think of having aAnnie in your sorority. The girls are so young and I'm afraid that they don't see much deeper than the surface in anyone, and you know Annie certainly is attractive to everyone else. However—it can't be helped. I heard from home a week ago and oh I was so happy about it all, because it seemed like splendid news after all I had expected and feared, don't you think so too? I hope I will never spend another week like that one between the two letters. Wasn't it awful for you twoo, dearie? I'll have to hurry like anything to get this off on the five o'clock mail, so I can't write hardly anything more. I'll tell you one secret though before I stop if you won't tell anybody yet. I donot want to come back here after Christmas and if I can I won't! That's my present state of mind. I simply can't bear it, being in a different place from you, my own sweetheart, and being so far away from home too. Now don't tell a soul—promise.
I must stop now—immediately.
I can't help being glad that you are not going to resign yet and I know that what ever you do is right.
Good-bye, my own darling—oh I love you so. With a heart overflowing with love for my own sister