Called Home for First Time - Wednesday, December 19, 1962

I took the religion test tonight instead of this morning. My studying all day for it (I couldn't be ready for it this morning with my history test, too, I discovered), I'm not sure did me that much good. I hope I got a C on it. The history test I found to my liking, though, thank heavens! Well, fast changes again find me going home by train tomorrow night after all. Patty called to say Esteps can't come since their baby's sick. I called home then - first time. I don't know why our family doesn't make a practice of calling more often. Well, now to start packing! Hurrah, I'm going home! Thank heavens it's about over - that homework grind!

French, Sociology Finals Were Two Hours - Tuesday, December 18, 1962

I have done nothing today but take two tests - French and soc - two hours each - and study and hope and pray. All I can say is, that if I live (and pass both my history and religion finals), by this time tomorrow night I'll be the happiest person alive.

The Psychology Final was Okay - Monday, December 17, 1962

The psychology final was okay. I wish I could hope for as much on the others. I spent the afternoon trying to study religion but got nowhere fast. I got a bath sponge, little pin and some pretty shells from Mrs. Cowan for Christmas. I also got letters from Patty (hope someone plans to stop for me on Friday) and Mary Ellen.

Reflections on Christmas and Park - Sunday, December 16, 1962

I spent the afternoon reading history and tonight going over my psychology notes. Now I have to study a little more about certain behavioral characteristics and review Freud's psychoanalysis. The church service tonight was all meditation and carols. Again, as I say, it's hard to believe it's so nearly Christmas, everyone is so wrapped up in studies. It was warm today. Some college days seem so different from others. Weeks, too. Sometimes I wonder if we don't all fall asleep and wake up later. I love Park. I'm quite sure its a unique institution.

Listening to Hawaiian Music - Saturday, December 15, 1962

I am listening to some pretty Hawaiian music on the radio. I just finished reading about the ecology of Hawaii for sociology. I spent the morning sleeping and the afternoon reading - I'm getting no where fast and have so much more to do. Margie and I went to the movie, "Bachelor Flat," tonight. John Blair and Tom Straus went along. Tom walked me back to the dorm. A year ago we were home by this time. It's awful to mix finals and Christmas, but at least we can look forward to no studies during vacation. But there isn't much Christmas spirit on campus this year. And only ten days.

An A- on "Two Days Late" Religion Paper - Friday, December 14, 1962

At five till 9:00 tonight at least five kids, myself included, were rolling the last pages of psychology research papers out of our typewriters and dashing madly over to Mackay to get them in Dr. Gochman's mailbox before the 9:00 deadline. I didn't even get the last half of mine proofread - with my "tiredness" plenty of mistakes will probably show up. I got an A- on my religion paper. When I got it back and read what Dr. Johnson had written on the first page, at first I thought it said "too damn long." I thought, coming from Dr. Johnson, that was pretty bad. Then I realised he had written "two days late."

Student Peace Union Assembly - Thursday, December 13, 1962

I've done it again. My psychology paper is due tomorrow night, and I've barely started. I'm still reading. I guess I'll get up at 4:00 and work on through. But this time I'm limiting my topic! The Stylus was printed in green this week for Christmas. I've done so much writing for  it. Wait till I show some of my talents to Mrs. Fordyce and Mrs. Kephart. I took time out to go to the Student Peace Union assembly this morning that some kids from Southern Illinois University sponsored. I should have asked the senior girl if she knows Frank Stewart, Almita's brother. I bowled 81 today, 82 Tuesday.