About the diary writer
- Barbara McDowell Whitt
- Kansas City, MO, United States
- Exactly 100 years after the Civil War, A 1961-1965 Park College Diary was being written. Now, in 2013 you are invited to read the diary pages I wrote 50 years ago. I am currently writing about my junior year at Park College. I grew up on three farms 30 miles from Iowa City. I was the oldest of four daughters and sometimes referred to my sisters as "the kids." We helped our parents but we also had good, wholesome fun - a characteristic I took with me to Park. Park College was 300 miles from West Chester, Iowa in Parkville, Missouri, a small town on the Missouri River ten miles northwest of Kansas City, Missouri. In 2000 Park College became Park University.
I got up at 5:30 (first attempt was 5:00) to read phys psych. I also studied it tonight at the library. We didn't have statistics so I spent the afternoon reading existential psychology. We had an LLC meeting at 6:15 - Fred walked me over. Evelyn knows what my Christmas present is. I must get Fred something. I can't believe the speed at which these days are passing. I found two gems in the library - one of sample units and one of books for children in social studies.
I practically threw together the paper for personality. I hope it passes. I couldn't believe that Mr. Colliver would actually not hold class - he even came in and told us there wouldn't be any. I think everyone is operating in a trance of some kind. Right now I'm literally tired and hungry, but also more determined than I've been for a while. Hope that's a good sign. Tonight was "Happy First Snowfall." It began last evening. I first saw it when I left the library. Fred and I didn't go traying [sliding down Mackay hill on cafeteria trays], but we did go to the J. R. for cocoa and doughnuts for a study break.
It's getting worse. I wasted most of a good evening when I could have been writing my paper on the control of human behavior. Here's hoping in the morning _____. I made use of the 3:30 and 6:00 buses to spend an hour and 45 minutes at the library in Kansas City getting information. I don't know if it was really worth my time (may have gotten the same here) but as it was, it felt "constructive." It was snowing when I left the library to come back to the bus station. I got word that Fred wanted me to call him tonight so I did. He sounds so nice on the phone. But then he is nice all the time.
I really sweated out the hour during physiological psychology since just before class I heard that of the nine who took the social problems make-up test, there was one B and eight failed it. I could hardly believe it to be true when I got the B and have hardly ever been so relieved. I'm getting groggy. I might be ahead to give up. Soon the crucial hours will really be here - I can't believe that I'm still procrastinating studying loads of material that must be done before the term's end. Now my procrastination in any one subject is because I'm frantically working in another course. Yes, it's bad this time alright. Sometimes I wonder about me. Fred says: "Mele Kalikimaka, Hau 'oli Makahikikou."
I just got back from a shower for Vivien. Sue instigated it, but I "helped" a little. I really had meant to give a shower for Vivien since I'm a bridesmaid, but time sort of got away. This afternoon I went to one for Kathy in Alumni. I got Vivien sheets and pillowcases and went in with Evelyn and Nancy for an iron for Kathy. I went to church with Fred and then to the choir concert with him. I turned down going to Dearing's open house. It's about the homework element - I did get some reading done today.
I spent the day at the library in Kansas City doing research for my resource unit outline. I made some progress. I got there at 8:30 on the bus, so spent a half hour window shopping until time for the library to open. I used references in the Missouri Valley Room. It's a real nice room on the third floor, all reference books. We decorated the Stephens Christmas tree tonight. Fred came over to help. I must be in a daze these days. Again, maybe I should stop keeping a diary. This internal conflict in me ____ is hurting. But, ending on a positive note, I can _____.
Fred took me to see "To Kill a Mockingbird" tonight. We went to the second show after I got off work. Breakfast, lunch and dinner with him, and he walked me up to the health center. There's only one thing that's slightly embarrassing. Whenever I'm eating, I get "nervous" and can't eat - consequently I sit over a half eaten meal. Meanwhile, I'm starving to death! I guess I'm taking this a little too seriously. After all, Fred's human and I've got to eat to live and also pass six courses. The social problems make-up test was okay. I was surprised to see one of the military men taking it - he's tremendous in class discussions, yet got D's on the tests.
We are about to hear the results of who will be new Stephens residents next semester. Our house meeting didn't last as long as we thought - there's just too much to do. If we're not careful _____ almost everyone seems to have course worries, so I guess I'm not the only one. We went to see the Singers' Show tonight - I guess Margie was looking funny at Jim and Evelyn and Fred and me. I went down to Parkville with Margie and Judy Cox this afternoon. I sent Mrs. Cowan a wooden salt and pepper shaker set for Christmas.