"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!

The Chimes Are Fixed Again - Monday, November 11, 1963

I've about given up on statistics. We had LLC initiation for new members tonight in Millsap Lounge. It was really nice. I rode over to Alumni in Jack's Floral truck after the lady came to the Meetin' House to deliver the flowers. We were planning to use the Meetin' House, but they needed it for play rehearsal. I was literally saved by the bell this morning from having to give a report on primers in teaching of reading class. Maybe by Wednesday I'll be ready. I've gotten A's on both of the first tests in my two education classes. The chimes are fixed again!

Names for Our Cat - Sunday, November 10, 1963

I'll have to get up at 6:00. It always makes a lot of sense after having a whole weekend in which to do homework. What next up here on the hill? Our sewer is backing up and leaking out onto the basement floor. It's a real mess and, to quote Karen Garner, "smells like a zoo." We just had a "name the cat" session. From the names submitted, we selected three: Socrates, Rascal and The Great Poop. So we are using them all: Socrates Rascal Van Poop, S. R. Van Poop for short. Or possibly, reverse Rascal and Socrates and call him RSVP. Evelyn and I went to Copley's open house. We played the ACCs, then Flo and I refereed the PCC-OAC game.

Evelyn Gave Two Permanents - Saturday, November 9, 1963

I went out to Gattons this afternoon when Margaret, Bobo and Kathy came past for Evelyn. Evelyn gave Margaret and me permanents. She was busy between the two of us. Mine looks really nice. We went to the late show, "The Miracle Worker," after we had supper at Gattons. This morning I addressed and wrote most of the invitations for the LLC initiation and Becky helped me finish up. I went down to Jack's to order candles and flowers. I finally wrote some letters. As for homework - well, I took a day off.

Fritz's and Alfalfa Point - Friday, November 8, 1963

Well, now I've been to Fritz's, a nice delicatessen and bar in Kansas City, Kansas, that Park College students frequent. Eileen Beal, Vivien's friend from Tahlequah, the other bridesmaid, and I were guests of Vivien and Charlie for "my birthday." But I just don't like the taste of beer. Neither does Eileen, so we bought 7-Up after a few swallows. We had delicious ham sandwiches and got to see color TV. Then we came back and drove up to Alfalfa Point. We can't really believe it, but the four of us played tag up there. The Crow's Nest committee looked over the Quonset hut again. George shaved off his second-place beard between the meeting and supper.