still feel miserably depressed, don’t know how I shall last out till Thursday, start or a least finish a long letter to Dad, do hope I have a letter from home this morning, yes! I do, a lovely one from Dad, what a blessing letters are! grand assembly in the “salle des fêtes” to give the girls their monthly ribbons for good work. when Madame la Directrice + the super Directrice enter all stand up + sing, as I thought a cheery welcome, but found out after it was a hymn of sorts!! so sick of to-day! thank goodness its over.