I had to look behind one of my paintings, where I hide my Diploma, for the date of my graduation. It said June 1941. looking up that date surprised me for so much had already happened. And 1940-1941 was a year full of exciting occurenses. I will begin with the first test we had to take. There were 16 or 17 people (all females) in our class. About evenly divided between nurses and phys eds. One of the latter was a Canadian girl whose name ws Jetta Hedin. I asked if I could study with her since I had never taken a test in anatomy nor anatomy in English. I was scared. We went over the material we had covered. Over and over again. Finally it was the day of the test. It did not seem very dificult and I relaxed. Our papers were not returned to us for what seemed ages. And then the day arrived.
We were sitting in an amphi-theatre when the tests were returned to us. I could see the tests in front of me as they were passed back. And I could see Jetta's who was sitting next to me. And they were all decent grades and Jetta's was marked 98. And then I saw my test. It was corrected and covered with red ink. All through this period I kept telling myself I should have worked harder, why didn't I work harder etc, When my test reached me I dreaded to look at it. And then Jetta said: 'Look, look, you got 100.'
All the red ink was there because of mis-spellings. Needless to say, I felt I could celebrate. I went to a White Castle where one could get Lamb Stew and an Enlish Muffin for forty cents. I was hungry in those days.
If you think I have been bad as a Name Dropper before, just wait and see how many people came to the Hospital during my time there.