I'm through with Driver's Ed.! The room had a strange, sunny look. Mr. R gave us an article on the responsibility of young drivers, which wasn't bad, although somewhat soppy. The mood was festive. Finally it was time for the business at hand - the blue cards and other mysterious documents lying in neat, rubber-banded piles on the desk were given out, in alphabetical order. Mr. R gave us some hints on what to do at the State test, and concluded, "Good luck to you all."
I sauntered out to road as usual, S ahead of me. I don't think the other teachers were going out, and only 3 cars waited. L came out and sat on the car. R had gone home with her mother. Finally Mr. R came out. S thought they should let him off at his house; if home before 11 he could get a lift to work from his neighbor. Mr. R commented he wasn't running a chauffeuring service. I timidly asked to be let off at Allenwood as we passed, and I was. With a short "Goodbye" they were gone.
[Daily rundown of what was in the mail. In those pre E-mail days, the mail was vitally important, especially since I was writing to some friends at camp and waiting for things from Barnard.] A knock sounded at the door - it was C, who wanted my company while she shopped. [went to various stores] We reflected how awful it was to be so old [we were 17!].
Home, I ate Linda's leftover tuna while the "Newlywed Game" sounded in the background ("What was the last thing you saw your wife hanging from?"). A show on things women go thru to be beautiful was on. It was disgusting. Although I don't want to look shriveled up when I'm old, I don't want to look like a clown either. Right now, though, I'd like to look presentable with a minimum of fuss.
Wednesday, August 13, 1969
[went to DMV with C to make a road test appointment] It was dismaying to see that the earliest date for Garden City was Sept. 12. Bellmore had it the 9th or 11th, but for symbolic reasons I COULDN'T take it there [had worked in Bellmore that fall on Al Lowenstein's Congressional campaign].
I was doing crosswords and it was past 4. The doorbell rang. E [there are 3 different E's in this diary] held S [baby sister], fat and cute, and we went out on the front lawn. D called her and asked her to see "Peer Gynt," after having been refused by 12 other people. E refused, too. He never called me. Mosquitoes bit us, and a big moth alit on S's leg. E's friend [from U. of Chicago] would call her and complain that she felt so DIFFERENT, that she wasn't THINKING anymore, and the next day she mused that she was thinking too much and felt so DIFFERENT. That awful CHICAGO type, E noted. Near 6, E picked up S, dropped her into her stroller and left.
After dinner, I was playing Mozart, then Gershwin, when C rang the bell. Linda wanted to come too. We decided to go to B's. No car was in the driveway but the lights were on outside. The dogs barked, and finally a man told us B was spending the night in the city. We thought of visiting Mrs. C [friend's mother] or K, but didn't want to barge in without calling.
So we went to R's. R peeped through the windows before opening the door. "F-" she said, and after talking with her sister about not going in the den, where her parents watched a movie, we were ushered into the living room. Preliminaries about our summers over, we settled down for a hilarious evening of gossip. [contents censored to protect those still alive] Linda told the newest bad taste item, the Mary Jo Kopechne joke ("we'll cross that bridge when we come to it"). R spoke to B, who D had also asked to go to "Peer Gynt."
This has been the busiest day of the summer!
Thursday, August 14, 1969
[shopping with my mother] We went to Teen Scene, but they had very little. I'm still between sizes, which is really discouraging. I feel like a horse in 11s and droopy in 13s. I emerged with one skirt and in bad temper. Even more discouraging was trying on my skirts from all of high school after dinner. NOT ONE fit! And some were let out. That brought me to diet soda the rest of the night.
[talked on the phone to another friend, about the idea of marriage] I think I want to get married, but as I imagined what I would think if someone actually asked me, I got shaky. Would I want to be with him for LIFE? Maybe, but I'll have to ponder the idea. It's like having a crush finally notice you and finding him not the way you dreamed. I also wonder what would happen if he were unfaithful.
This summer is improving all the time. Life is really picking up. If only there were boys in it.
Friday, August 15, 1969
It was dark when I woke up, but only because it was raining. I went into Mommy's room for the mail. Barnard FINALLY sent me orientation info. Each girl has a sponsor who we should hear from soon. I hope she's nice. Since there is such a tremendous freshman class, prospects for EVER getting a dorm look bleak [at the time, 2 of the current dorms weren't there, and those within a certain radius had to commute, at least first semester of freshman year]. I just can't believe I'll be doing all those things listed on the schedule in a month. I MUST get new glasses, if nothing else. This is all so exciting.
The library was eerily almost deserted. I got some books for Linda from the AP list, a Bruce Jay Friedman short story collection, and "The Young Radicals" (by Keniston - the only book on the orientation reading list that was in). I had reread "Senior Trip" this afternoon, which was super-unrealistic. I think I've finally outgrown teenage fiction. The real thing, what very little I've experienced of it, is far better and most of the people in those books can't even be loved vicariously (except Jeff in Margaret Maze Craig's "Trish"). [he wrote her an amazing letter]