Soapweed
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My journal entry for Friday, January 12, 1968
My room underwent a complete change last night, so when I woke up at 6:00 this morning, it took me a while to figure out where I was. A great big desert picture was hung over my bed, another picture of some running horses was moved over, and some shelves were put into place. Also a scarf and hat rack was put up, so my room looks quite a little more decorative than before.
Dad took us to the end of the oil, where the car was parked. It started right up, so we parted company, we kids headed for school and Dad went back home.
We were late for band (this is getting to be a bad habit). This morning we practiced "Here Comes Charlie," the senior and sophomore play (there are no juniors this year at Merriman High School). After dinner, Mrs. Jess let us out of English class to go down to the old VFW to get stage props. Bill Marrs drove the old cracker box bus with Ken, John, Ernie Bennett, Linda Goodwin, Jan Smith, Frances Oleske, and me going along as "help." We had to round up Ben Buckles to find the key. He was loading oil or something, and said he'd be "right along." We went back to the VFW and waited, and waited, and waited. Pretty soon our English class time period was shot, and there was still no Ben. The sophomore class had to go back up to school to get in on a Driver's Ed semester test, the last semester test of the season.
I don't think I did too badly on this test, but I didn't get it done in any record time. Since Mr. McKay always checks tests in the order that we hand them in, I was second to last in line. It was just my luck, after I had stuck around waiting for the results, that McKay quit checking them right before my test would have been corrected as school was out by then. It kind of "peeved" me, as he had ample time to check it if he hadn't been trying to carry on a conversation all the time he was correcting. I'd also have gladly stuck around an extra five minutes, only he "refused" to stay around and do it.
A kind of amusing thing happened today. Mr. Card, the superintendent, was patrolling the halls and saw a coat hanger lying on the floor. He stooped to pick it up and the crotch of his pants, from the back of his belt to his zipper, went out. It didn't bother him a bit. He just pulled his suit coat down a ways and headed down the hall, out the door, and into his car to go home for a change of trousers.
I about starved out this morning, as usual, but Ken came to my rescue. He invested in a bottle of Pepsi and loaned me a swig. Another unexpected windfall occurred. Ken and I were griping about our empty stomachs so Shirley Micheel, whose mother is a cook, volunteered to smuggle us each out a peanut butter cookie. As luck would have it, I was called to the stage to recite my part, with my mouth jam-packed.
After school, we made it clear home with the car as the road had been scooped out. I fed a jag of hay, grained the bulls, and came in to supper.
My room underwent a complete change last night, so when I woke up at 6:00 this morning, it took me a while to figure out where I was. A great big desert picture was hung over my bed, another picture of some running horses was moved over, and some shelves were put into place. Also a scarf and hat rack was put up, so my room looks quite a little more decorative than before.
Dad took us to the end of the oil, where the car was parked. It started right up, so we parted company, we kids headed for school and Dad went back home.
We were late for band (this is getting to be a bad habit). This morning we practiced "Here Comes Charlie," the senior and sophomore play (there are no juniors this year at Merriman High School). After dinner, Mrs. Jess let us out of English class to go down to the old VFW to get stage props. Bill Marrs drove the old cracker box bus with Ken, John, Ernie Bennett, Linda Goodwin, Jan Smith, Frances Oleske, and me going along as "help." We had to round up Ben Buckles to find the key. He was loading oil or something, and said he'd be "right along." We went back to the VFW and waited, and waited, and waited. Pretty soon our English class time period was shot, and there was still no Ben. The sophomore class had to go back up to school to get in on a Driver's Ed semester test, the last semester test of the season.
I don't think I did too badly on this test, but I didn't get it done in any record time. Since Mr. McKay always checks tests in the order that we hand them in, I was second to last in line. It was just my luck, after I had stuck around waiting for the results, that McKay quit checking them right before my test would have been corrected as school was out by then. It kind of "peeved" me, as he had ample time to check it if he hadn't been trying to carry on a conversation all the time he was correcting. I'd also have gladly stuck around an extra five minutes, only he "refused" to stay around and do it.
A kind of amusing thing happened today. Mr. Card, the superintendent, was patrolling the halls and saw a coat hanger lying on the floor. He stooped to pick it up and the crotch of his pants, from the back of his belt to his zipper, went out. It didn't bother him a bit. He just pulled his suit coat down a ways and headed down the hall, out the door, and into his car to go home for a change of trousers.
I about starved out this morning, as usual, but Ken came to my rescue. He invested in a bottle of Pepsi and loaned me a swig. Another unexpected windfall occurred. Ken and I were griping about our empty stomachs so Shirley Micheel, whose mother is a cook, volunteered to smuggle us each out a peanut butter cookie. As luck would have it, I was called to the stage to recite my part, with my mouth jam-packed.
After school, we made it clear home with the car as the road had been scooped out. I fed a jag of hay, grained the bulls, and came in to supper.
