About the diary writer
- Barbara McDowell Whitt
- Kansas City, Missouri, Alexandria, Virginia, United States
- ~ About: A 1961-65 Park College Diary ~ As a high school girl and then a college coed in the first half of the 1960s, I wrote nightly entries on the pages of one-year diaries. In January 2010 I began transcribing the entries into a blog and gave each one a title. I grew up on three farms within 30 miles of Iowa City and the University of Iowa with its Iowa Writers' Workshop. As the oldest of four daughters, in my diaries I sometimes referred to my sisters as "the kids" or "the girls." We helped our parents, but we also had good, wholesome fun - a characteristic I took with me to Park. Park is 300 miles southwest of West Chester, Iowa, in Parkville, Missouri, on the Missouri River 10 miles northwest of Kansas City, Missouri, and across the river from Kansas City, Kansas. In 2000 Park College became Park University. Today Park's flagship campus is in Parkville and there are an additional 41 campus centers across the nation. Park was one of the first educational institutions in the United States to offer online learning. My last post was on May 22, 2018. I may be followed on Twitter @BarbaraMcDWhitt.
Next Year's School Paper - Thursday, March 10, 1960
Well, at least I've read the first thirteen chapters of the novel. I'm still doing the geometry. I think we all are. In physics we had two movies. I've been trying to make plans for next weekend at Des Moines. I wish I could have gotten my column written - I had enough news possibilities. Mrs. Fordyce raved over our Mid-Prairie article in the last school paper, says Mrs. Small. It was half mine, half Sheryl's. Mrs. Fordyce is interested in me for a paper editor next year.
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Oh Mrs. Fordyce. I can't type today really quite good because she was such harsh (good) typing teacher. I have always been so grateful for her doing that to me.
I had Mrs. Small for typing. The thing I remember most was the timed writings. There were two or three who soon worked up to 100 or more words per minute. They would take their finished papers to her for inspection when I would be on about my third line of type at my 40 words per minute pace.
Whoops I meant to say I CAN type not can't!
Isn't it amazing the way those "by mistake" or "I looked right at it and didn't catch it" things can appear on a second reading?
That is the bane of my existence as a designer of publications! You look right at it and it doesn't register until it's too late.
I once was responsible for a mailing to all of the Kansas City teachers from the Kansas City chapter of the Internationsal Reading Association promoting a Saturday presentation. Instead of writing Dorothy Watson as the speaker, I wrote Dorothy Watkins. I didn't focus in on it until we were part of the way through stuffing and sealing envelopes. We (the committee, with no supervisor present)let it go, but to this day I can still hear one of our supervisors wondering if that affected the attendance. I feel bad about it to this day.
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