Kathy to Hilary, April 14, 1973 letter, Tehran, Iran Later--May 6
How I’ve survived the last month is beyond me. I have though, I think, unless I’m a ghost and don’t know it. I had my Biology final today and just know I flunked miserably. [Note written later: I got an A.] The Baccalaureate exams are on the 21st and 22nd and on the 23rd a field trip to Pahlavi Dezh, which will take three days. We will all be good anthropologists and field study the Turcomans. And Jan's graduation. And the prom. Somewhere in there is the prom.
We’ve more or less settled that we’ll be going back this summer—I hope so except it means leaving Jan, maybe for good. I never thought I’d get so attached to anyone. I always thought I was like that song “I Am a Rock,” and the after-effects of feeling that way really hurt when you try to love someone. Don’t I sound complacent and horribly normal? But now I can accept all the human feelings like love. Still, sometimes I can’t get that across to Jan. Sometimes I find there is a great inconsistency between my actions and words. I have a certain conception of myself in my mind and when someone says something that grates against it, it hurts. Which is the real person?
About August 1 we should be leaving Iran and will spend a week in Rome. We don’t know where we’re going, probably won’t until 31 July, but dad’s requested to be by some big hospital. I don’t know of any except for Walter Reed, so perhaps we’ll be going back to Washington. I really doubt that, though. Things like that just don’t happen in the Army world.
5:02:00 AM 
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