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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.

Band Pictures Retaken - Wednesday, November 23, 1960

We had youth fellowship and choir both tonight which took all evening. It's going to be a good rest for everyone to have Thanksgiving vacation. Some of us had to take our band suits today so they could retake the last four annual pictures that turned out blank. I hope I didn't overdo my smile or anything!?! We had a government test--bah! Poor Iowa, even though they tied, Minnesota got invited to the Rose Bowl.

On the Baritone - Tuesday, November 22, 1960

Mom, Dad and Phyllis went to the open house and choral concert tonight. Poor Mom is so tired she can hardly see straight. That's about like I felt like after trying out on the baritone this morning - sort of dizzy. I guess I'm going to play it for a while. I must quit worrying about the school paper. It doesn't come out for over a week, and besides, I'm only co-editor. Oh me.

Footprints on the Ceiling - Monday, November 21, 1960

I stayed after school tonight to work on the school paper. I typed three big articles up for the dummy copy--that's all but it was enough! And I managed to catch the activity bus on time. They were passing a note around today that said "Look at the footprints on the ceiling!" One quick way of jerking a head up! I started some of my "should-have-been-done-a-month-ago" chemistry workbook.

Feeling Sad and Worrying - Sunday, November 20, 1960

This afternoon I finished up all of the school paper layout I could do and worked on my autobiography. Ann moved upstairs to Virginia's room. I've been "sad" about something all weekend. I guess it's worry about staying tomorrow night for the paper--I can just see her saying "You don't have to stay" when it's too late to catch the bus. Worry bird! I guess I'll try to finish the United Presbyterian order blank, set my hair, try to read government....

Park College Autobiography - Saturday, November 19, 1960

I spent the morning in Iowa City at the University General Library looking up books for extension of suffrage--that I decided to write on for my next government research paper--and got some information on Joan of Arc in English literature. Phyllis went to the math library for her geometry research paper. This afternoon Mom and the kids went to town and I worked on layout for the school paper. I began writing my autobiography for my Park College application.   

Four One-Act Plays - Friday, November 18, 1960

Phyllis and I went over to Wellman tonight to the four one-act plays. They were good. I about died laughing at the last two, Ladies of the Mop and Why I am a Bachelor. When Esteps were down in South America Merl was the bachelor in that. We wanted to be in them, but it would have meant so much extra time and work. They took class pictures today. I  have to give an oral report on Joan of Arc Monday--among other things.

A Name Left Off Honor Roll - Thursday, November 17, 1960

I'm going to bed early again in hopes of catching up on sleep now rather than Satuday morning. I guess I'll go to Iowa City "to finish up my Christmas shopping." Early for once. The "worst" has happened! The Wellman Advance left Linda Severt's name off the honor roll. I was just talking about that last night. I'm glad I didn't have anything to do with it.