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Sunday, May 3, 2026

Memoir Monday. May 11, 1968

 The last few weeks 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--I was leaning toward but still very uncertain. I do tend to be a stuck-in-the-rut type person. Taureans are creatures of habit, all too often.  Would it be worth the effort? Time to shove second thoughts aside and just get 'er done. 

May 6, 1969  Monday

The AT&SF is rolling--I really knocked myself out on it this weekend. But I am not aavery pleased with it though with each reading it looks al ittle better So I guess I won't handmyh ead too low. Now for the other one and tehn for my Dapr projects.  That will be quite a go-round, I reckon. It is might windy this morning. I am cutting marketing, mainly just too lazy to getm ycaracss down there and then 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 sote of waiting on Mary and Judy. Judy seems to feel it's all systems go. I figure I'd better get a job so Ill be sure toh ave enough money. Actually the folks still owe me $196 with all the horss and saddles subtracted from teh balance, but I don't imagine I'll get it any time soon. That would fix me for the summer, though. I'll just have toi earn it myself, though.

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 go tobeing soring 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 rally 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 leaast as far as  I can  judge it. After beind dismally depressed for awhile I feel pretty good this morning. Now, if I can get one or twoof my programs to run and if I getsome mail, I'll be real cheerful. Looks like I'll ahve ato go to Cottonwood if Iwant my $59. That kind of ticks me off but that is how people are. 

Tonight I guess I'll get dressed up and go  hear Moiss Reckner's talk. I think Michal Ann is oing. So that means I'd better do my reearch for that manageent report this morning and tehn 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 beleive 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 oo jusgt by plugging along. I'd sure like tohavea  1 on that class, I can't possilbe get a 1 in accounting and probably not in Finance so I need all I can get. I've got Management and Marketing sewed upunless I reallygoof bad and I think I've earned a one in Tech Writing so taht leaves Dapr and Finance to struggle with while I do the best I can in accounting. I've got to get preregisted pdq. If Dr Downum does not call me I'll try to run up tomorrow right at 1:30 and get started anyway. I stil can't decide about a major and that's bugging me. I go eenie, meanie between accunting and marketing. Oh pudge.

Later: Well, its been quite a day. I'm $135 richer thanks to Uncle Dan and Cheif's new pople. I safely mailed it to y account and it should be deposited tomorrow. Iwent up to see Dr Downum, he is really a great old boy and I like him loads. His advice, and getting the m oney decided me toi moive off campus, I bought a paper and I've got alist of numbers tocall in the morning. Saturday I'll goo see any possibilities,\. I just can't see running down to Nancy's ths weeked. I amy call her though, out of courtesty.

Guess I shouild go wash my hair. Maybe I will and braid it and curl the ends. Oh, my posters came, too. Leonard Nimoy for Judy ois in color and my Good and Bad are pretty cool. Guess theywere worth the $4 after all. I'm bushed. Tomorrow is going tob e budy even if I have got my papers done so mayabe I'lll 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 manybe becsuse 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. 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 on to Tucson on the bus. Morton Hall had been home since September 8, two different rooms and roommates. A night or two before or after that, I had gone out with Dusty, little knowing it would be the last time I ever would. The Little Bluebird--good memories but some sadness too. Never is such a dark, hard final word.



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