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Show 174 The end of a chapter comes. The end of one life, and another begins. Now I was in limbo. My month of nursing had been repaid to the Relief Society of South Sevier Stake. I had unfinished business: high school. I lacked a unit each in English, chemistry, algebra and history. Why not finish it? School had started so long ago that I must get special permission from the school board. Before I could get that I was involved in another romance. On the theory that if you can't have what you want, you must want what you have (reference cited: Pollyanna), I even became engaged. The minute I said "I will" I knew it was a mistake. Even though it got far enough that I wore a diamond engagement ring for several months, made half-hearted plans for a marriage, everything about me rebelled at the thought. It was an unhappy engagement, full of quarrels and accusations and finally ended when I found that the man I was engaged to had been actively courting another girl in my absence. He didn't go forth and commit suicide, as he threatened, but the little girl he had been courting became his wife, and she did, when she found that he was courting another woman when her back was turned. For the rest of the winter, after I was admitted to school three weeks late in the third term, that is in February, 1923, I worked night and day. "What makes you think you can make up that much back algebra?" said my prospective teacher. "Of those who started the first of the year I have only one who will make it. " |
