I got in at eight. Funnily enough I really couldn’t care less about the exams, despite their importance, and didn’t have the usual pitsy feeling in my stomach. It was really hot already - 80°F in the shade. I played tennis and at the appointed hour we trudged down to B10. Deborah was in a black mood. The exam was Mrs. Slicer's English Paper I and we had two questions to answer, one on Antony & Cleopatra and the other on Sohrab & Rustum. It was easier than I expected, and I waffled on expansively throughout.
I played tennis afterwards. Wimbledon began and McEnroe erupted.
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