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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.

Was Sick This Evening - Monday, November 18, 1963

I'm mixed up in time. I "slept" from 6:00 to 11:00 this evening after getting sick this evening. It's been coming on all day. I probably should have gone to the health center and postponed the test, but I wasn't sure I was really sick. I had wanted to "get sick" - I guess I did. I was at the health center at 3:30 to get the records and didn't stay then, so I decided not to go back up. I guess the flu has been going around. In studying for and taking the test, I skipped all my other classes today.

"Stephens Gallery" Invitations - Sunday, November 17. 1963

I'm still plugging along with physiological psychology. Maybe by the test tomorrow _____. I got up at 8:00 and helped make "Stephens Gallery" invitations for open house next Sunday night, until time to go to church. I studied in Mackay this afternoon, picked up my sack lunch and helped finish the invitations (except for addressing), and then went to the library. I've been reviewing at the rate of a chapter an hour. Now I have to set my hair, which I just washed.

Hearing the Messiah Choir - Saturday, November 16, 1963

Nancy and I went with Evelyn, her mother and Kathy to the auditorium in Independence to hear the Messiah Choir. The admission was free, it was being recorded for radio, there was a capacity crowd. The performance was tremendous. The Hallelujah Chorus, and everything, were so wonderful. The LLCs went to Benjamin Stables this afternoon to go riding. However, most of the horses were far from worth the $2 an hour we paid to ride. They could hardly walk and were skinny and had sore spots. I think the SPCA should be called. We had fun seeing the Swope Park Zoo and had a picnic there. Nancy and I investigated the Starlight Theatre when we found the front gate unlocked.

Health Center Discussions - Friday, November 15, 1963

I've decided to go to bed now (by 10:00) and get up early to study physiological psychology. Tonight at the health center I discussed personality and other things with Mr. Zaneparelli until Art came,  phys psych then, and when Becky came the conversation turned to statistics. She's the student grader. Little Soc (Rascal Socrates Van Poop - RSVP), our blue gray Stephens house kitty, slept with us last night. He drank the water Evelyn had her clarinet reed soaking in. Now he's up on her desk playing with her flowers. I got a statement of my bank balance today. According to them I've got about $80 more than I thought I had. That's nice, for a change.

"The Writing of a Novel" - Thursday, November 14, 1963

I "helped" Kathy and Tom take the math department picture this afternoon. The three instructors, McDaniel, Konkle and Walker, were enjoyable to work with, even if they disliked our idea of including a big slide rule in the picture. I've been running around tonight - including to Hawley in my night shirt under my coat - with Nancy - but have been reading personality, too. Oh, these courses. Maybe it's not such a good idea to minor in psychology - I'm beginning to "wonder" about myself too much. Mr. Waugh's last lecture was "The Writing of a Novel." I should lecture on "The Writing of a Diary."

"The Woman Novelist" by Alec Waugh - Wednesday, November 13, 1963

Ellen and I waited tables tonight when Mr. Waugh had dinner with the senior seminar. I went to his lecture, "The Woman Novelist." I was walking out of Commons after lunch when Mrs. MaDonald from Iowa City, who was here last spring, appeared and said, "Fancy meeting you here." She and her husband are in Kansas City this week at a medical convention. She had come out to campus to see Mr. Edwards and Mom Hawkins and had stopped in Commons to see if I might happen to be there. We talked over Cokes in the J. R. for 45 minutes. Their son Don decided to go to Cornell College rather than Park. We had a "throw Dave Dorn in the shower" episode up here tonight.  

A Lecture by Alec Waugh - Tuesday, November 12, 1963

Maybe I'm ill or something - the way I'm procrastinating from much needed studying. This college finally got around to issuing mid-term grades. Phyllis had hers two weeks ago. I got an A in social problems, B in statistics, C+ in personality, D in physiological psychology, and S in the two education courses. I went to a lecture by Alec Waugh this evening. He's here for three days. When I become a novelist ______. Another basketball game - OACs. We couldn't even beat them when they only had five players!