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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s

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58. two nightmare teaching experiences in my life that I should like to disremember. It was all too devastating, this having to see those poor pitiful little bodies in uncomfortable casts and braces, to say nothing about approaching them to teach the small fingers and observe them in the art of weaving. It was heart wrenching work. And the repulsion of that horrible odor, of unwashed bodies intermingling with the smell of plaster paris - connotes sickeningly childrens hospitals and misery. I shudder to think of it even now. It was a most unhappy situation for me. But I nevertheless made myself stay with it for the one semester and received my credits; but I couldn't bear the thought of re-registering and going back for a second semester. That was wholly impossible. The second depressing teaching experience to which I referred in my last paragraph followed soon after - at the beginning of what was supposed to have been my senior year. Unfortunately in our capitalistic system money or its equivalent is a necessary evil; and not having any a much greater catastrophe. And thus to find myself without funds at the end of the junior year a major difficulty. I therefore decided to take a year off and teach in order to obtain the necessary amount with which to go on

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58. two nightmare teaching experiences in my life that I should like to disremember. It was all too devastating, this having to see those poor pitiful little bodies in uncomfortable casts and braces, to say nothing about approaching them to teach the small fingers and observe them in the art of weaving. It was heart wrenching work. And the repulsion of that horrible odor, of unwashed bodies intermingling with the smell of plaster paris - connotes sickeningly childrens hospitals and misery. I shudder to think of it even now. It was a most unhappy situation for me. But I nevertheless made myself stay with it for the one semester and received my credits; but I couldn't bear the thought of re-registering and going back for a second semester. That was wholly impossible. The second depressing teaching experience to which I referred in my last paragraph followed soon after - at the beginning of what was supposed to have been my senior year. Unfortunately in our capitalistic system money or its equivalent is a necessary evil; and not having any a much greater catastrophe. And thus to find myself without funds at the end of the junior year a major difficulty. I therefore decided to take a year off and teach in order to obtain the necessary amount with which to go on