Wednesday, February 14, 1968
UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
9
can mean double trouble
I hope you all have a nice Valentine Day. I really don't think I will. I'm awfully tired, and the situation here at KU is pulling me several ways. I've been wanting to get a tutor for my language, but I haven't decided on a language yet—can't choose between French or Swedish. However, I realize school is an uphill battle all the way, and it's awfully easy to fall down. I'm sure I'll come through okay though. If you can hit a sale at the general store, I think I may need a new coat and maybe a pair of pants.
KU is getting me down folks. I feel like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders. I've got my shoulder to the ground, but I can't seem to get a thing done. Marriage and family life is one of the courses I'm taking this semester, but I haven't learned a thing. The dirty old man who teaches it just wants to talk about sex. I don't understand at all. Besides, you KNOW what I think about THAT. But I think I'm starting to learn.
Kansan Photos By Moe Behravesh
One thing I think you ought to know. I'm going to have the first date of my academic career this weekend. I think I finally realize what Dad was trying to tell me about birds and bees and boys and girls. (Confidential to Dad: I made up this poem while I've been writing this letter . . . Double your pleasure, double your fun. Get chased by two girls and not just by one.)