Substitute Teaching - Tuesday, January 3, 1961

I'm suffering that egg taste again. All I did today at school was look at them. I made sure not to eat any! I substituted for Mrs. Leary's daughter Nancy this afternoon. She teaches first grade at Wellman.One little boy I could have choked. Mrs. Kephart doesn't seem in a real big hurry about when I finish my speech. As if I thought I would be, I am not one of the semifinalists in the United Presbyterian college scholarship contest. There are 300 semifinalists out of 2000 applicants.

Rose Bowl - Monday, January 2, 1961

I worked doggedly all my waking hours today. This morning I unhemmed, cut off and rehemmed four skirts. I don't know why I didn't do that in the first place. I'm still typing my research paper. I don't think I'll use my "original" original oratory. I could use about ten more vacation days. Washington beat Minnesota in the Rose Bowl.

1961 Reads the Same Both Ways - Sunday, January 1, 1961

Here it is 1961, one of the few years that can be read upside down. I'll finish "school" and start to college and goodness knows what all else. It seems as if at least half of our New Years we are at Cuddebacks. We were down there with Stouts tonight for ice cream. We had the annual meeting in church today. Phyllis was elected Sunday School secretary to take my place since I'll be leaving. I did some more typing on my research paper.

The Decade of Man in Space - Saturday, December 31, 1960

It's New Year's Eve, and I'm not babysitting, traveling or anything. But I think I'm too tired to stay up. I got a seven page typewritten start on my research paper. I worked on my Sunday School report all morning and took it up to Mr. Peters in the Dodge. It started rolling down the street when I got out. They had the Ford in town. Taking a trip always takes a hunk out of vacation, but who cares! Thus ends 1960, the first year of  "The Decade of Man in Space".

Science Project - Friday, December 30, 1960

I hardly did a thing all day. I forgot that the annual reports should probably be ready for Sunday's meeting, so I'm trying to get mine finished up. I tried doing a little on my science project but with no luck. However, I decided I'm not going to attempt an Otswald color solid. It would take ten years and then be almost meaningless, I think.

Mom and Berea - Thursday, December 29, 1960

We got home about 8:30 tonight. Dale had the lights on, the house just like home, and the mail on the table. I drove some on the turnpike again, this time in Indiana. I started writing my original oratory speech. We stopped at Mom's cousin Ira's in Oberlin, Ohio this morning. He's the one who's responsible for Mom going to Berea. It's good to see things--Christmas tree, room, etc.--just like we left them, as though I thought they'd change!

Short Wave Radio - Wednesday, December 28, 1960

Ruthie and Bob and Mr. Lorah (and the cat--which stayed in the car) stopped to visit at Grandma's at noon time. In the morning Phyllis and I walked to the shopping center. I got post cards and have written several, including one in French to Shirley Bush. We went ice skating again. Rene, next door, gave us a pair of majorette boots. I think I'll be a majorette at Park! Tonight we listened to George's short wave radio. Something about a "female dragged away from phone"!