this is my second year in the ninth grade, and I'm bigger & taller than the other kids. They like me all right, tho, even if I don't say much in the schoolroom, 'cuz outside I can tell how to do a lot of things. They tag round me & that sort of makes up for what goes on in school.

i don't know why the teachers don't like me.
They never have very much. Seems like they don't think you know anything unless you can name the book it comes out of. I've got a lot of books in my own room at home: books like Popular Science, Mechanical Encyclopedia, and the Sear's and Ward's catalogue, but I don't very often just sit down and read them through like they make us do in school. I use my books when I want to find something out, like whenever Mom buys anything second hand I look it up in the catalogue first and tell her if she's getting stung or not. I can use the index in a hurry to find the things I want.

in school, tho, we've got to learn whatever is in the book and I just can't memorize the stuff. Last year I stayed after school every nite for two weeks trying to learn the names of the Presidents. Of course, I knew some of them like Washington and Jefferson and Lincoln, but there musta been 30 altogether, and I never did get them straight.

i'm not too sorry tho 'cuz the kids who learned the Presidents had to turn right around and learn all the Vice Presidents. I am taking 9th grade over but our teacher this year isn't so interested in the names of the Presidents. She has us trying to learn the names of all the great American inventors.

i guess I just can't remember names in history.
Anyways, this year I've been trying to learn about trucks 'cuz my uncle owns three and he says I can drive one when I'm 16. I already know the horsepower and number of forward and backward speeds of 26 American trucks, some of the Diesels, and I can spot each make a long way off. It's funny how in science class when the pump we were using to make a vacuum in a ball jar got hot, but the teacher said she didn't see what a Diesel engine had to do with our experiment on air pressure so I just kept still. The kids seemed interested, tho, I took four of them around to my uncle's garage after school and we saw the mechanic, Gus, tearing a big truck Diesel down. Boy, does he know his stuff.

i'm not very good in geography either.
They call it economic geography this year. We've been studying the imports and exports of Chile all week but I couldn't tell you what they are. Maybe the reason is I had to miss school yesterday because my uncle took me and his big trailer truck down state about 200 miles and we brought almost ten tons of stock to the Chicago market.

he had told me where we were going and I had to figure out the highways to take and also the mileage. He didn't do anything but drive and turn where I told him to. Was that fun. I sat with the map in my lap and told him to turn south or southeast or some other direction. We made seven stops and drove over 500 miles round trip. I'm figuring now what his oil cost and also wear and tear on the truck--he calls it depreciation--so we'll know how much we made.

I even write out all the bills and send letters to the farmers about what their pigs and beef cattle brought at the stockyards. I only made three mistakes in 17 letters last time, my aunt said--all commas. She's been through high school and reads them over. I wish I could write school themes that way. The last one I had to write was on, "What a Daffodil Thinks of Spring," and I just couldn't get going.

i don't do very well in school in arithmetic either.
Seems I just can't keep my mind on the problems. We had one the other day like this: If a 57 foot telephone pole falls across a cement highway so that 17 3/6 feet extend from one side and 14 9/17 feet from the other, how wide is the highway ? That seemed to me like an awfully silly way to get the width of a highway. I didn't even try to answer it because it didn't say whether the pole had falled straight across or not.

even in shop I don't get very good grades.
All of us kids made a broom holder and a bookend this term and mine were sloppy. I just couldn't get interested. Mom doesn't use a broom any more with her new vacuum cleaner--and all our books are in a bookcase with glass doors in the parlor. Anyway, I wanted to make an end gate for my uncle's trailer but the shop teacher said that meant using metal and wood both and I'd have to learn to work with wood first. I didn't see why but kept still and make a tie rack at school and the tail gate after school at my uncle's garage. He said it saved him $10.

civics is hard for me too.
I've been staying after school trying to learn the Articles of Confederation for almost a week 'cuz the teacher said we couldn't be good citizens unless we did. I really tried 'cuz I want to be a good citizen. I did hate to stay after school, tho because a bunch of us boys from the south end of town have been cleaning up the old lot across from Taylor's Machine Shop to make a playground out of it for the little kids from the Methodist Home. I made the jungle gym from old pipe and the guys made me Grand Mogul to keep the playground going. We raised enuff money collecting scrap this month to build a wire fence clear around the lot--so kids don't get hurt.