The next morning I was called in to see the chief of the Blériot school, Lt. de Chavannes, a very nice officer. He told me that my monitor was not satisfied with me--that he had told me to do something (cut the motor when the machine started to turn) three separate times, and that each time I had intentionally disobeyed, that if anything like that happened again I would be radiated (discharged from the school). That was quite the first I had ever heard of it and I was so mad at the monitor that I could have kicked him in the head. I tried to explain to the Lieutenant but he never heard a word, so I just gurgled with wrath and didn’t do anything. But yesterday we got another monitor who is a different sort. The class after _rouleur_ is _decollé_--it is the same machine, but one gets off the ground about a metre or two, then slacks up on the motor and settles to the earth. It is strictly forbidden to _decollé_ in the _rouleur_ class. This morning I had a sortie in the _rouleur_ and all of a sudden noticed that I was in the air a bit--managed to keep it straight and get out of the air without smashing. The monitor said nothing so I _decolléed_ on all the sorties. When I got out the monitor explained that it was strictly forbidden to go off the ground in the _rouleur_ class, that I shouldn’t have done it, and then asked me if I would like to go up to the other class. Whereupon consenting, I am now in the _decollé_ class, leaving sixteen rather peeved Americans who arrived in the _rouleur_ the same time I did, who can perform in the _rouleur_ quite as well as I can and who will remain in the _rouleur_ for some time yet. They’ve no grudge against me, however, as it was only a streak of luck on my part. Later in the morning I had some sorties in the _decolleur_ and got up two or three metres. The wind was too strong, so my trips were a bit rough, but nothing was damaged--so hurrah for Friday, the thirteenth. III July 17, 1917.