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~ 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.

Liking the Way French Class is Taught - Thursday, September 28, 1961

It has been a typical beautiful college day. We did our first writing in French class. I sure like Dr. Hampl. She is going through the words we've had and grouping them according to the International Phonetic Alphabet and also giving comments about silent consonants, etc. It's swell. I managed to read Book VII of Ovid a lot better. I don't know why I didn't read the rest of the book better. What a fast week this has been. Tonight Viv, Nancy and I spied on the couples coming in at 9:00, from our window. Interesting! This is the best room in Hawley, I'm sure, for view (front) and location (center of second floor) - except for the telephone's constant ringing [one phone per floor shared by all the girls on the floor]. 

2 comments:

Ron said...

We had a phone in our dorm room when I went to college and remembering it was such a rare and wonderful thing. Oh man, things really change.

Barbara McDowell Whitt said...

Yes, one phone per floor seemed a bit of a stretch, I must admit.