Lowells Win Soccer Game, Everything is Summer Green - Monday, April 30, 1962

I guess I'll sleep in Margie's room tonight to give her some peace of mind since the prowler may be back. A few of us were down cheering for the Lowells tonight in the soccer game. We beat the Lances 3-2! I'm afraid Hal Henderson thought I was losing my mind cheering so loud. This was a cool rainy day. I think we had a week of spring and now everything is summer green. Oh, it's too beautiful for words.

Saw Chamber Concert and "The Last Bridge" - Sunday, April 29, 1962

I guess I took in every event listed on the Spring Festival program. This afternoon Margaret and I went to the fourth (summer) chamber orchestra concert. Then Judy, Bonnie and I went back to see the movie, "The Last Bridge." It was in German and the English words were printed on the bottom. At first it seemed strange but then you forgot you were even reading - it was a good movie. I sunbathed on the lawn for two hours. I got a little tan. Vivien stayed with Sarita Penick last night. Nancy Kelley and Ken Peterson got married yesterday.

A Dance Date With a High School Senior - Saturday, April 28, 1962

A lot has happened this Spring Festival day and night. After the Narva queen crowning (Cathy McWilliams), Barbara Walker (whom I have only known by face) came along and asked me if I'd like to go to the Spring Festival dance with her friend from Bartlesville, Oklahoma, who's coming to Park next year. I accepted and met him this evening - Jim Hunter. He's a real nice boy. He drove up to Park so had a car. We got the wrong country club (across the road), a real swank place (!), decided it wasn't ours, and met Jim Peeke and Linda Lehman and their double also coming to the wrong one. (Wish I'd have written more about J.P. since February. I think we still like each other - gosh, we both go to the dance with someone else --.) Nickel won the soccer game, and they had a scrumptious open house - their first in ten years.

Folk Singing With Professional Psaltery Player - Friday, April 27, 1962

Dearing's open house was tonight, followed by an Italian street dance. Before that was folk singing in the Meetin' House led by a man who is supposedly the only professional psaltery player in the world and his wife. After I got back from work and before supper Vivien and I went for a walk below Herr House and the hill above the river. It rained today and everything was so pretty. I slipped and rolled down the hill in front of Herr House.

Movie "Exodus" is Shown to Start Off Spring Festival Weekend - Thursday, April 26, 1962

Margie and I went to "Exodus" tonight. It was real good and different - a movie that didn't really "end," just stopped. I'll have to read the book. They showed it tonight to start off the Spring Festival Weekend. I really yelled at Marge in anatomy lab - I don't know if it's a laughing or crying matter. She said I was worrying about my quiz grade, I said I wasn't, she said I was so, and then I lost my temper and yelled, "I am NOT!" and I'm afraid the "NOT" was pretty loud! Everyone looked and Mr. Hearson said, "Let's remember this is a college laboratory."

Getting a Sunburn or Tan Has Not Been an Option For Me - Wednesday, April 25, 1962

I finished Phil's paper sooner than I thought I would tonight. It was nine pages - $2.25. Boy, did she ever give us a big French assignment. I wrote my letter home this afternoon in the library so I wouldn't have that to do tonight. Margie had me send home for a long blouse - hers will be blue and white stripes. I wonder how many more orders I'll have to take! So many of the girls are getting sunburns and tans. I haven't had any chances to be out sunbathing. Every afternoon is filled solid for me.

Playing Basketball, Typing a Paper and Questioning Feelings - Tuesday, April 24, 1962

Here I am again doing things I probably shouldn't be as an average student - playing basketball and typing a political science paper for Phil Wheeler. I almost don't think the basketball score should be recorded. It probably is one of history's all time worst! (ACCs - 62, LLCs - 0.) I wish I could come to know myself. Why do I have to be cranky? Will I ever make a wife and mother? Why don't I pray oftener? For what am I waiting?