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.
It Seems Unfair - Tuesday, March 7, 1961
Boy, I've got to get on the stick. Seeing today's date just now startled me. I forgot to wrap Virginia's birthday present. Will do. I just don't know if I can get three more plays evaluated by Friday or not. I spent all night on one, but then when I think that some are still reading, well--. I could shoot Mrs. Kephart. Jerolyn missed 10 and got a B. I missed 11--and did I get a B-?--no!--a C+. It's coldish again. I can go to the girls' tournaments.
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How times have changed in fifty years, writing about shooting Mrs. Kephart, even in jest, might cause a really big stink in today's world.
I was surprised to see I wrote that. The occasion I remember vividly was the time I was angry with another teacher about a grade she gave me in biology. I charged up the steps to my room after school saying I was going to go tell her, and then shouted "Bang, bang, you're dead!" It was the only time my dad had decided to take a nap on my bed. He got up and went downstairs without saying a word about my outburst. He never did say anything.
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