Memoir Monday, May 25, 1968

Ch-ch-ch-changes.  The big change was actual moving and it was smushed in with finals and the business of checking out of the dorm and too many other urgent things.  At least I did not have to worry about going 'home' to whatever might be happening there; there was no 'home' to go to. I simply changed a small solitary room for a slightly larger space to be shared but mostly looked forward to that. As the primary renter for the whole time, I did have a  home with a real address and in time even a telephone. At that point it was a major step up in many ways. 

May 19, 1969 Sunday

Well, I got a thing or two done this weekend again. Not as much as I hould have, though. Yesterday I packed, went over to the apartment abd rearrnged the furniture some and then bought curtain fabric and  tennies and sandals for summer wear. Made up the curtains and read "A Proincess of Mars" by Edgar Rice Burroughs. I sunned in the quad for an hour and that's about it. Today I did my marketing case, including the formal and typed Balt Lozano's term paper. I washed and sunned another hour and made a peasant blouse pattern for Betty. I guess I'll also have to dream up a little gift for Michal Ann as a goodbye present, They have both been good friends to me his semester. 

Damn, I haven't done a thing n my Data Processing since Friday night. I got three of the problems on Friday though. Nor have  I studied for that stupid Finance test but I know I've blown that class  so why worry? Everyone says Torgy's tests are really screwed anyway and now I sure do beleive it. He's bad news coming and going. Guess I should wash myhair. It is that or study. Which is the lesser of the two evils? I don't feel too good. My teeth are aching and I pulled a muscle in my back and side (where Buzzie flipped me over the corral gate that once) and I do believe I've got another cold. Oh sh**. Tomorrow I've got to prepare my speech. I'm mot really looking forward to that. I wonder if I could manage to lose my voice again? Maybe at least for Tuesday I could. I've got to at last get that cussed Dapr project started. I might be able to get permission to finish it during the summer but I have to make at least a basic effort. I think maybe I can use the Q Spec to get the genotype arrays worked out. That would be my first attempt anyway. Time to buzz off.

Explain: Balt Lozano had graduatd from Mingus a few years after me. I am not sure if he was a freshman or higher. Anyway, I had started doing a few term papers for pay--some just typing, others demanding research, bibliography and detailed notees from which I would write them, trying not to sound too advanced!. I was a writer, after all.

May22, 1968 Wednesday

The end is nigh. I feel vaguely ill today--another case of too little sleep mostly and the sickening knowledge of too much still to do. I'm pretty safe everywhere except Dapr. It's ugly but I may make it yet. I'll try.

I got 90 on Dr Torgueson's little quiz on Monday sharing top spot with several others. I could aradly believe  my eyes. Balt's paper is done and given to him (paid me what I asked, too) and I may have sold some of the shoes; had way too many.. Every little dollar helps and that may make $10 or more.at best. I won't have many books to sell this time but I didn't put any of this in my budget so its kind of  "gravy".  I'll be getting $700 per semester next year. If only I don't have to go to summer school, I'll be okay but I hardly see how I can get all the hours if I don't. Well, I'll worry about it when I get there. I could go one session for about $250. So far I only have $800 NDSL debt. so I guess I could borrow $200 if I had to, and/or work. 

Explain: NDSL was National Defense Student Loans, a natiowide project that went with Pell Grants and other aid to students.The grants supplemented my scholarships and I only borrowed a little. 

May 24,1968  Friday

Friday at last and my last Friday excdept for the nice little accounting test next Frday. I've got to get a 2 on that and I don't know beans about the material. Well. I've got lots of time to study. 

Mooving time and i is quite an exciting prospect. Probably tomorrow wil be the big day. I'll go over and clean either tonight or early in the morning. I've got to put some time on the Dapr today. Last night I want to the library and read a novel. I could've kicked myself for that because I have not got enough time but there was a regular mob in the DAPR lab with  120 kids in there tyring too finish up..\Cuss my luck. 

I do not have a single appropriate photo! Oh, I could show the ancient machines they had the the "computer lab" again. Talk about shits and giggles!! At that time they were the latest of the greatest or at least within a state college's budget. I was using equipment of this era to try to do the programs and projects assigned. I really cannot recall what the big project was about. Genotypes? Draw a blank! Sadly it never got done. That covered later.

Memoir Monday, May 18, 1968

 That money sure came in handy and I was able not to sweat the coming summer quite so much. Jobs took a back seat and then by the end of the semester, the visits by Mary and Judy both were OBE and dropped off the plan. I was disappointed but in an obscure way also relieved. In a few more days, the new residence was arranged  and one issue was resolved! 

May 14, 1969  Tuesday

The time was whizzing by. I sort of wasted the weekend with sewing and apartment hunting so now I'll have to dig in and make up for it. I still sort of cringe when I see Dr Torgueson because of that paper--thinking back, it was really lousy or just not  too bad.?

I went to the opera with Michal Ann last night. It was "Madam Butterfly"  sung in English. Gwen Castillo, the lead soprano, is quite good. Oh, she'll never rival Renata Tibaldi or Maria Kallas but she put most of the cast to shame. I didn't care for the tenor,  but Roger Audrey as Sharpless was quite good. Bette Bennjamine was Suzuki and she has a harsh voice in the upper ranges. it was still really enjoyable though. It was one of my favoroites that I grew up with under teh folks' influence.  Lily Pons--oh my.   I'm glad I went. 

After English I go to pay a $20 deposit on my future abode. Carolyn Grenig and Ellen McAdams may be living there too. We should have quite a giddy old time. Well, I've got to write my report for Managment and finish working on a Lazano boy's term paper--so hasta luego. 

May 15, 1969 Wednesday

I am now the rentor of an apartment and $95 pooer than I was.  Carolyn is going to start moving this weekend so I will probably take advantage of her transportation some. I want to go over with a broom and clean the place up  before I do much moving but I guess I could stack boxes on the floor as is. It's kind of nifty. I don't think I'll be sorry at all. Even though it is going to be a little expensive. Really not too much more than storage and all that bother, and I only have to pay fiull rent for two months. Plus $15 deposit to have the frugging electricity turned on. That is a trifle ugly, but no matter. 

I know I'll enjoy fixing it up and I'll have two weeks to spend on the project while Mary is here. I hope she won't mind! But after all, she won't have to be paying as much as living in the dorm so she should not gripe. She's not the griping kind,. amyway. Damn, I'm tired. I got my recommendation paper written. It didn't come too easy. In the morning, I'll do my marketing case for Friday before running over to Davis's officew with my paper and then up town with Carolyn to get the electricity taken care of. Our rent officially begins as of Monday so I probably won't move much until next weekend. (Just before finals!) 

I am rambling. I'd better get off to bed and catch up on sleep. Tomorrow I've got to dig in on my Dapr work. I've put it off entirely too long and now I'll be lucky if I get it done in time. Serves me right, I guiess. 

Pictures? Not sure I have one of that old house on the street called Agassiz that is current with that time. I can look. It was quaint and old fashioned but I really enjoyed the two years I was there. It was 17 South Agassiz and my apartment was #1,. I might sketch a floor plan later. The first shot was two years later--as I was leaving, My apartment was left of the little foyer, right behind the van. The next was in about 2008 or 9. The place still looked much the same but repainted and spruced up a bit. The window to the left of the entry was in my lviing room. Different trees after all those years,  almost 40.  I was past there in 2021 and apparently did not get a photo. It was gray and rainy and the area looked very shabby. Whether students still rented there or not I did not know. Someone had a yard sale set  up under trees, heavy ones by then, but getting drowned out. It was actually quite depressing. I queried on line last night and it is still there and renting but several other houses in that area are demolished or falling to ruin. Pic from rental ad last.

 

 

Memoir Monday. May 11, 1968

 The last few weeks were flying by...time for changes and one began to take shape. There were days when it all stood still and now and then one when a sudden leap happened and I found myself on a new route.  Would it work out? Would it be worth the effort? Time to shove second thoughts aside and just get 'er done. Changes--some I was leaning toward but still very uncertain. I do tend to be a stuck-in-the-rut type person. All too often, Taureans are creatures of habit.  Would it really be worth the effort?  Hush, just do it.

May 6, 1969  Monday

The AT&SF is rolling--I really knocked myself out on it this weekend. I am not very pleased with it though with each reading it looks a little better. I guess I won't hang my head too low. Now for the other one and then my Dapr projects.  That will be quite a go-round, I reckon. It is mighty windy this morning. I am cutting marketing, mainly just too lazy to get my carcass down there and I really wanted to go over that paper once more. 

Only four more weeks now. I've got to get on the stick and get my summer plans worked out but right now I'm sort of waiting on Mary and Judy. Judy seems to feel it's all systems go. I figure I'd better get a job so I'll be sure to have enough money. Actually the folks still owe me $196 with all the horses and saddles subtracted from the balance, but I don't imagine I'll get it any time soon. That would fix me for the summer, but I'll just have to earn it myself.

I'm presently sending out some inqueries about housing and jobs. For sure I can swing 1st session with Judy but I'd like to do a little better than that. After my second paper, I've got to begin sorting and packing. I really need another trunk but may not be able to afford it. I'll have to see. I won't be selling back many books this time. And I really need to have two teeth pulled. That's at least $12.00 and probably more. Need new glasses too. Oh money, it is the rattiest stuff. Screws up everything. Well, I'd better be getting ready to go. It's nearly quarter 'til and I don't want to be late. (ha ha).

May 9, 1969 Thursday

And now big paper number 2 is done. And I am proud of it. It's neat and well written, at least as far as  I can judge it. After being dismally depressed for awhile I feel pretty good this morning. Now, if I can get one or two of my programs to run and if I get some mail, I'll be real cheerful. Looks like I'll have to go to Cottonwood if I want my $50. That kind of ticks me off but that is how people are. 

Tonight I guess I'll get dressed up and go hear Miss Reckner's talk. I think Michal Ann is going. So that means I'd better do my research for that managment report this morning and then I can spend the afternoon in the computer lab. And sometime I've got to write a marketing case and do an accounting problm for tomorrow. Would you believe only 22 more days??

Gee, that's something else and I've stil got a lot to do. But it's such a relief to have those two term paaers done. The damn Data Processing ...but I'll get it done just by plugging along I'd sure.  Like to have a 1 on that class, I can't possilby get a 1 in Accounting and probably not in Finance so I need all I can get. I've got Management and Marketing sewed up unless I really goof bad and I think I've earned a 1 in Tech/Report Writing so that leaves Dapr and Finance to struggle with while I do the best I can in Accounting. I've got to get preregistered pdq. If Dr Downum does not call me I'll try to run up tomorrow right at 1:30 and get started anyway. I still can't decide about a major and that's bugging me. I go eenie, meanie between accunting and marketing. Oh fudge.

Later: Well, its been quite a day. I'm $135 richer thanks to Uncle Dan and Chief's new people. I safely mailed it to my account and it should be deposited tomorrow. I went up to see Dr Downum. He is really a great old boy and I like him loads. His advice, and getting the money decided me to move off campus, I bought a paper and I've got a list of numbers to call in the morning. Saturday I'll go see any possibilities. I just can't see running down to Nancy's ths weekend. I may call her though, out of courtesy.

Guess I should go wash my hair. Maybe I will and braid it and curl the ends. Oh, my posters came, too. Leonard Nimoy for Judy is in color and my Good and Bad are pretty cool. Guess they were worth the $4 after all. I'm bushed. Tomorrow is going to be busy even if I have got my papers done so maybe I'll just shower and turn in for a ittle extra shut-eye. It's really not all that early

Obviously I let the major issue ride. And why Marketing and Accounting? I cannot recall at all but those seem rather unlikely. Yes, accounting of the forensic type for pre-law but Marketing?? How to sell yourself to others maybe because I always whined I could not sell fridges on Fuji Island or stoves to the Eskimos. Management might make more sense. But then I was wanting to back off from all the business stuff. It had lost all appeal. That took a little longer. However, I did dive into the project of finding an off-campus residence and that happened about the end of this semester.

Pictures? That is a challenge here.  Looking back to the same period a year before, I think how different my life had become in just twelve months.  I remember helping Mary pack her things which she sent ahead to Tucson on the bus. Morton Hall had been home since September 8, two different rooms and roommates. 

Then a night or two before or after that, I had gone out with Dusty, little knowing it would be the last time I would. The Little Bluebird--so many good memories but some sadness too. "Never" is such a dark, hard, final word when it covers a keen pain of loss. Some you can never forget.