Another one-post week. So very little seemed to be happening, really. I was not bored, per se, but just plugging along on auto-pilot much of the time and existing rather than living. What is there to write about in that? Why did everything become so meaningless, hard but also too easy?
July 14, 1968 Sunday
The weeks slide by like boxcars on a fast moving freight. I manage to keep reasonably busy and fairly out of trouble. I did write to Jim M and he did not answer. I also wrote to Dusty but then did not mail it, thinking maybe I'd go over there instead but could not make up my mind, much less do it.
Today I fixed myself a big old fashioned breakfast and hiked out to mile 34 (ATSF track mile) and took some picture . Came back and got the boxes stacked in the storage room and cleaned up the living room. I fixed tuna salad for dinner and have spent the evening writing letters to three NM colleges--just out of curiosity, also studying Busienss Law and even got a bath and washed my hair this afternoon. I am proud of myself for all those accomplishments LOL. I decided to buy The Boss a hat at Goodwill since his are all gone. I have to break my $20 tomorrow. No sweat.. What is money for except spending?
No news or thrills or anything like that. Life, in fact, plods on rather dully. Only one more week of school thrn none for awhile. I've got to take a break. I guess I will go back to California but not right away...
As the saying goes, that's all she wrote. I apparently got through the last week of SS #1 and had already decided I needed to take some time off and be sure what way I wanted to go as the fall term came around. I was not quite flat broke but getting close. I probably should have seriously looked for a job but I was really fried after two intense years of 'higher education' entertwined with family drama and a bit of rumspringa or heel-kicking when I realized I actually was totally alone and on my own. That wore off rather quickly but I did hang onto Dale for awhile since there were no other ready options. I would often consider trying to find and reach Dusty but was not sure how to actually do that and in some ways not wanting to have the final 'bad news' ending set in cement. My second year's grades were not as good as I felt they should be but my average was still well above a "2" and I was in no danger of losing my scholarship, much less the grant--which was not linked to performance other than not failing out. I was basically okay for two more years. What would happen then? I pulled a Scarlet O'Hara and decided I would think about it later. I mean look how much had changed in just half of that potential total four years? so much was unknown.
The photos--Until the end of the current classes, I had only been to a few in this building, Liberal Arts, then and still.. For the next two years it was one of my 'homes away from home' as almost of the history classes were held here as were some of the humanities and other peripheal disciplines that were part of my second two years of studi, eventually stretched to included my graduate courses. FWIW, this building still stands very little changed although the landscaping is not as austere with more shrubbery and such. Where did I misplace that photo? Ok, well, not the one I had in mind but lifted off the internet--not today but probably 2000 or so. Street was closed recently and now onlywalk or bike there, NAU has changed so much but it has been 58 years since I left!
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