Soapweed
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My journal entry for Friday, January 19, 1968
This morning, I was aroused out of an awful deep slumber at 6:30. I was too sleepy to break any records getting dressed, but was finally able to stumble out to breakfast.
We made it to school by 8:00 and sang "This Is My Country" and "Dry Bones" in chorus. The first half of Typing was devoted to taking down just a few of the stage props, but then we had to go upstairs and type. Today was our first Geography class under the new coach, Mr. Tom Nelson. If all classes are as interesting as today, and we learn as much as we did today, I think he'll be alright. Geometry was about "average" and during Science we worked on Science projects.
Just before dinner, I moseyed out to the bookmobile and got four books that look like they might be a little interesting. I also put in a request for "some good true western books, preferably taking place in Nebraska." Linda Ford, the librarian, confided in me that she sure hoped Maggie [Harner] hadn't made grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner. I thought this rather amusing, but refrained from commenting.
I got back in the school house just in time to get a good position in the lunch line. Luckily for Linda Ford, dinner consisted of creamed eggs and tuna on toast, peas, and a lemon dip on cake for dessert.
During noon hour, about all I did was to try and keep awake by drawing. English class was devoted to a few left-over book reports and a discussion about the convicts we listened to in Martin on Monday. Each class member was supposed to tell a little bit about one of the five convicts. When Ken's turn rolled around, he started talking about the one murderer in the bunch, a happy-go-lucky character named Jack. Ken's opening comment was, "Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack killed a man, and wound up in the click."
McKay took a couple of guys out driving in Driver's Ed, so the rest of us had study hall. Krotz piled on a great big hairy assignment—45 words to look up (not to be graded but just for study). There were five of us in study hall, so we each looked up nine words and "traded work," to put it mildly.
On Fridays, we get out of school at 3:30. Usual time on the other four days is 3:50. 3:30 finally rolled around today, so we headed home. Sandra stayed in town and will go to Martin for a ball game later this evening. Sybil and I came on home. The telephone was not working, so we weren't able to call to see if any groceries were needed.
At home, I changed clothes and had a few cookies and a glass of milk [chocolate, I am sure]. Then I went down to the barn and helped Dad and Lloyd. We are remodeling the barn, putting in new stalls and a saddle room. Dad and I continued working there until quitting time, and Lloyd did chores. One of the doors in the new garage was off the track, so we fixed it.
We watched "Gomer Pyle" as we ate supper. After supper, Dad is chiseling on a board for the saddle room, and the rest of us are otherwise occupied.
This morning, I was aroused out of an awful deep slumber at 6:30. I was too sleepy to break any records getting dressed, but was finally able to stumble out to breakfast.
We made it to school by 8:00 and sang "This Is My Country" and "Dry Bones" in chorus. The first half of Typing was devoted to taking down just a few of the stage props, but then we had to go upstairs and type. Today was our first Geography class under the new coach, Mr. Tom Nelson. If all classes are as interesting as today, and we learn as much as we did today, I think he'll be alright. Geometry was about "average" and during Science we worked on Science projects.
Just before dinner, I moseyed out to the bookmobile and got four books that look like they might be a little interesting. I also put in a request for "some good true western books, preferably taking place in Nebraska." Linda Ford, the librarian, confided in me that she sure hoped Maggie [Harner] hadn't made grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner. I thought this rather amusing, but refrained from commenting.
I got back in the school house just in time to get a good position in the lunch line. Luckily for Linda Ford, dinner consisted of creamed eggs and tuna on toast, peas, and a lemon dip on cake for dessert.
During noon hour, about all I did was to try and keep awake by drawing. English class was devoted to a few left-over book reports and a discussion about the convicts we listened to in Martin on Monday. Each class member was supposed to tell a little bit about one of the five convicts. When Ken's turn rolled around, he started talking about the one murderer in the bunch, a happy-go-lucky character named Jack. Ken's opening comment was, "Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack killed a man, and wound up in the click."
McKay took a couple of guys out driving in Driver's Ed, so the rest of us had study hall. Krotz piled on a great big hairy assignment—45 words to look up (not to be graded but just for study). There were five of us in study hall, so we each looked up nine words and "traded work," to put it mildly.
On Fridays, we get out of school at 3:30. Usual time on the other four days is 3:50. 3:30 finally rolled around today, so we headed home. Sandra stayed in town and will go to Martin for a ball game later this evening. Sybil and I came on home. The telephone was not working, so we weren't able to call to see if any groceries were needed.
At home, I changed clothes and had a few cookies and a glass of milk [chocolate, I am sure]. Then I went down to the barn and helped Dad and Lloyd. We are remodeling the barn, putting in new stalls and a saddle room. Dad and I continued working there until quitting time, and Lloyd did chores. One of the doors in the new garage was off the track, so we fixed it.
We watched "Gomer Pyle" as we ate supper. After supper, Dad is chiseling on a board for the saddle room, and the rest of us are otherwise occupied.