**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.
Games and Stunts with Freshman Girls - Saturday, November 17, 1962
We are playing all sorts of little games and party stunts tonight - "the scissors crossed game," etc. We made and ate my pizza earlier. I spent the day (except for when I cleaned our room) studying for my religion test and working on my research paper. The effects are beginning to show - I guess I could use a little more sleep - a birthday party on the floor last night (late) made it hard to sleep. These freshman girls are cute. Margie and I should have been counselors. The only thing is, we're not being paid. A dreary day.
May Fly to Kansas City From Cedar Rapids - Friday, November 16, 1962
I've done it again. I've had it. I got a D on my "Outline of Mark." This is really terrible. This course! Oh, what will I ever do if I don't get a C out of it! Religion - of all things! Tonight I saw the show, "Lover Come Back" and then went to the basketball game which we won without any trouble. Jim played a good game. I might come back on the plane after Thanksgiving. I don't want to come back sooner than I have to so maybe I could fly down from Cedar Rapids Sunday night. Park is playing in the national soccer tournament during Thanksgiving vacation.
Letting Things Go By in a Passive Way - Thursday, November 15, 1962
I came to bed at 1:10 this morning after practicing modern dance. Margie was studying downstairs and slept in the lounge from 3:00 on, so the alarm was never set, but I woke up at 9:10 so that was alright. We got an A on our modern dance final. We only figured out the ending about five minutes before we performed - in fact we did the whole thing for the first time when we gave it. I've been reading history tonight but didn't get to my outside French reading like I planned to. In so many ways I let things go by in a very passive way. I must enter in to life. A week from tonight I'll be home (at the new house in town).
No One Else Was There For Vespers - Wednesday, November 14, 1962
I went to the band concert in Alumni tonight. I had also gone to vespers but since I was the only one who bothered to do so besides Rev. Seamans and those in charge, they decided not to have it. They had played the prelude and then when I left they played the postlude, so that was nice of them. The religious situation on this campus is really sad. I have to practice modern dance with Kathy and Donna at 12:00 in the lounge. I hear a far off train whistle. A week from now it could be my train whistling toward Fairfield. I proofread before speedball (we lost to the LECs) and again after supper.
Rat Race Could Be Solved By Praying - Tuesday, November 13, 1962
It's really marvelous having opportunities like hearing Dr. Albright, the world famous archaeologist give three lectures in two days. I don't think I could do the man justice in a Stylus article. I talked to Dr. Patton and he suggested writing impressions but by the time I - - anyway I was past the deadline and Carol said not to worry about skipping it. We had a good article about him last week and still have news on hand, so - . Schwartzes sent me cookies. We lost to the PCCs in speedball. Everything seems to be one constant rat race. I can't locate the problem. Except that I don't pray. And I must.
Dr. Albright, Palestinian Scholar is Here - Monday, November 12, 1962
Dr. William Albright, noted Palestinian scholar and Danforth lecturer, is on campus and spoke in Alumni on "Abraham in the Light of Archaeology." It was interesting. I hope to get a Stylus article on him. He has assembly tomorrow and another lecture tomorrow night. I went to IRC this afternoon. Nancy and Bev talked me in to going on my way back from trying to get Stylus news (wasn't wholly successful). I am pondering.
At Open House Our Old Room Was Nice - Sunday, November 11, 1962
Herr House open house was tonight. Going through and seeing the rooms didn't make me as homesick as I thought it might. Karen had our room fixed up real, real nice. I wonder if she did it for Margie's and my sake since she knew how we hated giving up our room. I went to chapel tonight. There were only 21 in the congregation. It's really sad. Some things about this college I don't like. I doubt if any other college would be any better and Park has so many good points. E-gads, another weekend gone. I've still got all the homework I've ever had.
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