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I’d spent 1964 studying for a BA-LLB and a career in which I no longer believed. In short, feeling sorry for myself. I dropped out mid 1965 and worked as a hospital medical orderly for the rest of the year. It was a live-in position.
This is my know-it-all nineteen year-old’s diary. I’ve left out most of my angst and insecurity, but there’s enough left to judge me by.
Despite the occasional dismissive commentary, there’s nobody mentioned here I didn’t care for or admire. I’ve changed the names anyway, with a few exceptions.
You’ll notice the language has changed a bit too, and the world even more. ~ Ian