worst case. No matter how I tried I could NOT get the gist of his incantations. So I thought philosophy and I should part. Away went the philosophy unit.
One of my Maori friends later said to me, “John, are you still taking your four subjects?”
I said to him, “No. I've left philosophy behind.” He said, “You did the wise thing. Four were too many. Concentrate now on three and pass them. Does this studying business agree with you?” I replied, “Most certainly!”
My second lot of worries came with anthropology. I felt that the professor didn't like me too much. Why he should feel this way toward me, I didn't know. One thought that entered my mind was this. The fellow was jealous because I might get a B.A., M.A., or Doctorate. That was why he talked nonsense, so I couldn't catch his knowledge. So Anthropology and I parted company. There were two left.
I worked and worked and at last that terrible moment arrived, the time for the examinations. Man, the gods which assisted me through Rangitahi and Te Aute deserted me! I didn't pass. My dream of getting a B.A., M.A., or Doctor melted away; so too my great plans for the benefit of the Maori people!