4/14/1802
They've accepted me! I'm drawing up a sketch of how to fix up the old school building. A run down, termite-eaten building is no place for children to be (or for Charlotte to be teaching in!) I should also try to think of a design for a prison, or anything to put criminals in. This place isn't very sophisticated; the buildings are either non existent or broken.
4/15/1802
It's past midnight. I can't seem to fall asleep tonight. So, here I am, sitting in bed, writing this.
Ginger is a very good plant for a lot of things. I'm going to try and find some as soon as the stores open again. I might not like it, but I'll persist through the pain.
I should put the journal down and t
I fell asleep while writing that sentence. I need to finish that sketch and try to find ginger root today. I'll probably do one of those things.
The sun is setting. I've found the ginger root and almost completed that sketch. I met an odd fellow at the docks today. His name is James Tedder. He's a fisherman; he seemed nice enough.
4/16/1802
Ginger has an interesting taste, but I think I can stand it enough to eat more of it. Maybe I should make tea?
I finished that sketch! It looks pretty good for someone of my ability. Construction would involve partially rebuilding the school and then adding a new section to allow for more classrooms; if they like the sketch, they'll start building sometime in the summer. I'm tempted to write to my family and tell them that they were wrong about me, but that's unnecessary and would do nothing but waste my time.
Charlotte's liking the class she's teaching. The children aren't causing as much trouble as she'd expected.
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Journal Entries of Nathaniel Ottin
General FictionShort, simple writings from the journal of Nathaniel Ottin, an architect from the small town of Galsran.