During registration for the third year, I enrolled for a course I would never forget. I forgot all about mathematics and nothing of chemistry stayed in my head, but this course, I could not wipe off my memory: Astronomy with Mr. Brown. The course unfolded an infinite universe before our eyes. It dwarfed us into particles of dust, unseen except under a microscope. I took a class on education with Mr. Boulos Khoury. All that I recall of it is an educational reformer whose name was quite appealing to my ears: Pestalozzi. I also attended a moral science class with Father Crawford and a psychology class with the two-meter tall long Mr. Cilly, of which I recall nothing.

I left no stone unturned in my search for a summer job. I needed to pay my fourth year tuition and I did not wish to spend the summer in Ras el-Matn. What should I do?

The people of Ras-Beirut used to move up to their mountain residences for the summer to spend the vacation in a lovely weather. Some of them would seek a volunteer to look after their homes in their absence. The Alumni Association secretary who liked me asked if I would like to sleep over and keep an eye on his home during the summer. I welcomed the idea, packed my things and moved to Chahade Chahade’s house. He was even thoughtful enough to send me clusters of Zahle’s grapes during the vacation.

Finally, an unexpected blessing came my way. An Egyptian female journalist, working in the field of feminism, wanted to learn English. She knew the principles but was seeking deeper knowledge to be able to read the Andre Gide book on economics, which had been translated into English. She needed one hour’ tuition every morning and would pay 75 piasters. Excellent, I thought!