November 18. Thursday.
Today we headed to Pedara. In Trecastagni, we met with those of Pedara [Salesian school students], and there was a stampede. I was surrounded with old classmates from boarding school and other villagers [he probably means they were from his same town], such as: Nicolino, Salvatore; Calcaterra; Pappalardo; Claudio Condemi; Pastura, Giovanni; Squillace, Gaetano, etc... Later, we walked as far as their boarding school. We visited the Director, Don Massimino Morganti, the Prefect [resident advisor], the Catechist, and other superiors. Afterward, we descended into the courtyard and found that the boarding school teams had been formed once more.
We drank a little wine offered to us by the Prefect and then returned to our boarding school. As always, we arrived in San Gregorio singing.
November 20 [he probably meant to write 19]
This evening, during the blessing, a flower caught fire, and if the Catechist, Don Mattias, was not quick to act, the fire would have spread throughout the altar. I kept my eyes closed to the flames and reopened them in a burst of fright.
November 20. Saturday.
This morning, at a quarter past ten, my father came.
My hometown friend, Brancato, came to ask permission from my professor, who willingly consented. I was really happy, and as I left the school, I ran into him right away, so I hurled myself into his arms with much affection. Afterward, I kissed my sister, and then we walked to the parlor. We sat down on a soft sofa, immediately starting an animated conversation. They brought me a large basket [type used for bread] filled with ten eggs and some biscuits. There were also eight notebooks of twenty cents each.
Our talk lasted a good hour and a half, and when the bell rang, we entered the office of the Director, who cordially received us. Having asked permission, I went to the bedroom, to my place [probably means "bunk" since this is a dormitory with several beds], and I put away my goods before returning to my father. We stayed with the Director for about a quarter of an hour, and then he wanted to accompany us to the parlor.
Nearby, there was a priest who played the piano. The Director made us go in and insisted my sister play something. The Director affectionately said goodbye to my father and left us. Then, I hugged my father and my sister and gave them a last farewell as they left. I retired feeling afflicted but without shedding a single tear.