**nightly entries written by a coming-of-age girl who became a woman from Washington County Iowa**
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.
Still Have Political Science to Read - Tuesday, January 22, 1963
Due to the fact that I more or less wasted the afternoon, I'm now still having political science yet to do. Yay, Paxton! She's arguing with Blondin (the latter is plainly revealing her weaknesses when it comes to "me, Blondin"over anyone else). This has to do with Nancy Avard. Gee, I'm glad I haven't said much about my interests and I'm fast going to keep quiet entirely. She's tried before, I've had the feeling. Like when I mention doing something with someone. Yay, Paxton, yay, yay! It's cold - our room is cold. Grr!
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I don't remember the nature of the confrontation that night, but I do recall feeling as if my roommate was being put in her place by the freshman girl standing up to her.
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