Soapweed
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Friday, February 23, 1968 Journal
I got up at 6:00, ate breakfast, and studied for three different six-week tests. After getting ready for school and squabbling a little with Sandra and Sybil, we took off.
In band, we played from the overture books. "Hermit of Kildare" is coming along pretty well. We went to Typing class, which went along as usual. A six weeks test was thrust upon our young and overburdened shoulders in Geography. I slumped through with 85%. A practice spelling test was given in Geometry. I missed 5 out of 40, but no grades were taken. On Monday, our big test will be given. We finished dissecting our grasshoppers in Biology.
I cannot recall what we had for dinner, as I am doing this a day late. It was undoubtedly good, as it generally is. During the noon hour, John and I went in to the Science room with every intention of studying. However, we blew the period discussing horse shows, saddles, bridles, etc.
Mrs. Jess gave us a test in Literature that I passed with 95%. I was not so lucky in Driver's Ed, as I floundered through with 72%. John got 78%, Ernie got 74%, and the seven other sophomores all flunked. If Mr. McKay is in a good mood Monday, he will give us the test over. Otherwise, the grades stand as they are. The rest of the day until 3:00 was used as a study hall.
Dad picked me up at 3:00 to go to Gordon. We were both getting pretty shaggy on top, so we went to the West Brothers Barber Shop. [Dad usually had the west West brother do his hair (Orvis), and I had the east West brother (Origen) do mine. They were twins but didn't look too much alike.] Dad got done earlier than me, so he went up to the clinic to get his ribs x-rayed. When the high strung colt went over the stock rack, Dad was standing on the side. He lost his footing and fell off, scraping his ribs on the way down. All the doctors were busy, so after waiting an hour, Dad got disgusted and we came on home.
When Dad was doing this, I was roaming the streets. I picked up a pair of boots that had been repaired, then went into the C&H Bootery and Rawhide Trading Post, and then walked up to the clinic.
Going down Main Street on the way home, Dad spied Clyde Lefler who is managing the U Cross since John Kime's death in the helicopter wreck. We talked to him wondering if the U Cross still wanted a bull that John had bought last fall. They do, so we might deliver it on Sunday.
We came home, slipped on some outdoor clothing (Dad put on coveralls, and I got my heavy coat and chaps). We checked the heavies, fed the bulls, and came in to a little lunch.
We all went to the Decklyn Nelson home for a "fun night" (informal piano recital). Burtons', Nelsons', George Janssens', Jim Jenkins', and our family made up the crowd. Mrs. Forester went with us. Music and games were entertainment for the evening. We got home shortly before 1:00 a.m., checked the cows, and went to bed.
I got up at 6:00, ate breakfast, and studied for three different six-week tests. After getting ready for school and squabbling a little with Sandra and Sybil, we took off.
In band, we played from the overture books. "Hermit of Kildare" is coming along pretty well. We went to Typing class, which went along as usual. A six weeks test was thrust upon our young and overburdened shoulders in Geography. I slumped through with 85%. A practice spelling test was given in Geometry. I missed 5 out of 40, but no grades were taken. On Monday, our big test will be given. We finished dissecting our grasshoppers in Biology.
I cannot recall what we had for dinner, as I am doing this a day late. It was undoubtedly good, as it generally is. During the noon hour, John and I went in to the Science room with every intention of studying. However, we blew the period discussing horse shows, saddles, bridles, etc.
Mrs. Jess gave us a test in Literature that I passed with 95%. I was not so lucky in Driver's Ed, as I floundered through with 72%. John got 78%, Ernie got 74%, and the seven other sophomores all flunked. If Mr. McKay is in a good mood Monday, he will give us the test over. Otherwise, the grades stand as they are. The rest of the day until 3:00 was used as a study hall.
Dad picked me up at 3:00 to go to Gordon. We were both getting pretty shaggy on top, so we went to the West Brothers Barber Shop. [Dad usually had the west West brother do his hair (Orvis), and I had the east West brother (Origen) do mine. They were twins but didn't look too much alike.] Dad got done earlier than me, so he went up to the clinic to get his ribs x-rayed. When the high strung colt went over the stock rack, Dad was standing on the side. He lost his footing and fell off, scraping his ribs on the way down. All the doctors were busy, so after waiting an hour, Dad got disgusted and we came on home.
When Dad was doing this, I was roaming the streets. I picked up a pair of boots that had been repaired, then went into the C&H Bootery and Rawhide Trading Post, and then walked up to the clinic.
Going down Main Street on the way home, Dad spied Clyde Lefler who is managing the U Cross since John Kime's death in the helicopter wreck. We talked to him wondering if the U Cross still wanted a bull that John had bought last fall. They do, so we might deliver it on Sunday.
We came home, slipped on some outdoor clothing (Dad put on coveralls, and I got my heavy coat and chaps). We checked the heavies, fed the bulls, and came in to a little lunch.
We all went to the Decklyn Nelson home for a "fun night" (informal piano recital). Burtons', Nelsons', George Janssens', Jim Jenkins', and our family made up the crowd. Mrs. Forester went with us. Music and games were entertainment for the evening. We got home shortly before 1:00 a.m., checked the cows, and went to bed.