Kathy to Hilary, July 22, 1972 cont., Tehran, Iran 
The Theory of Knowledge class is Logic and Philosophy, and it has convinced me that I’m irrational beyond hope. The teacher, unfortunately, is unaffected by my bullshit, so my grade aren’t always too good. They’re either at the top of the class or the bottom. We strive for excellence. He always makes it a point to mention to the class, as he hands back the papers that we have to turn in every single day, that some people who have been drifting along on their asses couldn’t do a bit of honest work to save their souls. Could he mean me? You bet! So, as revenge, I gave it to him--originality, clear thinking, organization, and quantity as well as quality. He was flabbergasted but recognized my genius, so he hasn’t been so hard on me.
Did you hear about Brabba’s near-rape? She seems to be falling into delinquency and is pleased about it. I don’t suppose you play slapjack with her anymore--maybe you never did--maybe it was just between Brabba and me when you were in California that summer that slapjack was the rage.
This is my routine this summer: I go to school, get home at noon, sleep, read, and go to bed. Although sometimes I get real adventurous and go to Leslie S.’s house to swim or go to a movie with Johnny. These are all the movies we’ve seen since we started going out together in April:
Diamonds Are Forever
Klute
Woodstock
The Devils
The Good the Bad and the Ugly
Un Beau Monstre
Pretty Maids in a Row
Gav--an Iranian movie about a cow
Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid
Summer of 42
Darker than Amber
Burn!
Scars of Dracula
I Love My Wife
Un Flic w Alain Delon
King Lear
Friends
Some long Indian move where they threw paint at elephants
Homer
Cromwell
A three-part movie based on Edgar Allan Poe
5:34:31 AM 
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