Wed 26 Apr 67
Dammit, flunked another math quiz. Had to ask what R stood for (radius). If this keeps up will need a tutor. Who ever heard of the radius of a SQUARE? It is wrong that it should have one, but it does. If I fail I have to retake as a senior and that WILL NOT HAPPEN. Will memorize the damn textbook if that’s what it takes. Coming up: Gertrude spouts equations in Hamlet death scene. “To fail or not to fail…”
Fri 28 Apr 67
They show Rashomon after dinner and Reed and I got into a stupid argument about it. He blames the whole thing on the poor woman, which is not the filmmaker’s point at all. I really think he is going to force me to break up with him and his beestung mouth.
Sat 29 Apr 67
I hate everybody. Miss Wienand had the nerve to tell me I would never be a writer because I have “no feel for literature.” She did not like my Wordless Play. Hideous struggles with CP Snow and Isak Dinesen. Trying to write a poem in French that is a takeoff on Rimbaud – reflections of sweaty men in a wineglass by firelight. The soul heaves! You know the sort of thing. The tap dancing of an amputee.
Having my mother show up for Parents Day a VERY good thing however. She is so gracious and beautiful I am raised in everyone’s estimation. I sit in the East Room eating 2,000 macaroons while she is making lifelong friends. She did sleep through the lecture on careers! Then she took me & Aynsley to lunch at the Media Inn saying she is thinking of buying Pewter Hill, Aynsley’s grandmother’s beautiful house. That would be lovely. Avril and I would get a whole floor. Unfortunately Auntie Beulah would have to come live with us. I ate prime rib, fondue and Cherries jubilee. I really am a fire-eater.
Now I have to write a paper about whether Lincoln could have avoided the Civil War. (NO!) Paper doomed unfortunately. Miss Cluny said Lincoln’s letter was the model sympathy letter and I said it was a disgrace to humanity.
Mon 1 May 67
Brice came up to me after lunch to break up with me! From Aiken! Due to Differences in Lifestyle & Libido, blah blah blah (the nerve!) He OBVIOUSLY expected me to fall sobbing into his arms, which I refused to do. Said it was a pity Aiken was such an Old Man while still in his twenties! I like my generation! Not One Tear will I shed on or for either of Those Men.
There is NO PLANET in the stratosphere where this mess of a Cyrano breakup would be OK. I was so annoyed I broke up with Reed! Not very nicely either. I do feel guilty but new horizons, etc.
New horizons may be Shawn Kobler. He keeps casting me Unfathomable Glances. Getting the distinct impression I represent Bad Girls to him – don’t like that at all. Didn’t know if he would “forgive” me for Reed – fortunately he doesn’t approve of drugs either. He usually doesn’t date – he is too busy running the school. Did invite me to put in an appearance at a dance he will be “working”. That’s not quite good enough for me.
Reed’s KOBS (he’s still sending them) are poems as-screechy-violin-psycho music; Shawn’s complicated screeds fear “stuffy domesticity” and wonder if the “call of the wild” is dead. I can answer that: No.
Sun, 11 Jun 67 – Wyriga, MN
Back for more with the Theatre Nuns! What is it I like so much about the Sisters of St. Hilarious? Is it that fierce battle of Inner vs. Outer? Must be. The students on the other hand, give me the creeps. Long skirts, weirdly puffed hair and old fashioned makeup makes me feel they’ve stepped out of the pages of Little House on the Prairie. In fact we are putting on Giraudoux’s Madwoman of Chaillot – too modern for them if anything. They are worried whether the audience will “get” it. How can they miss it?
I hate finding out I’m such a snob but I might as well be honest.
Picked up at the airport by Dr. Magnus and driven to the just completed dorms –smells like the mortar is still drying – where the other students claim to “adore” my “accent”. Didn’t know I had one but presumably they can’t hear their own nasal twang. Fortunately I have my own room – the senior I was supposed to room with – Josephine – has taken an apt! Yay! Now I can stay up all night if I want to.
First class is Ballet (!!!) where I am forced to admit I am starting from rock bottom. Imitating a leaf in Miss Pleverer’s modern dance class when I was six has apparently not helped me at all. (She was another Misbegotten Wretch Mom wanted to support.) The only direction I have to go is Up.
After that, Voice. Stress makes me screech – we are trying to lower my high whine.
After that, casting for our play – I got cast as The Spanish Dancer because the director (with whom all the girls are in love) did not see me in Ballet. He selected me to lead the mazurka! Uh oh! Here’s hoping I pick it up.
There’s a very good actor named Robin (didn’t get his last name) blond hair, long nose, tall and thin, poor posture but a terrific actor. He can imitate anyone – he is electric onstage! He’s also charming and funny and seems to like me.
I’m trying out for one of the leads in The Mousetrap. I wouldn’t have the nerve if the others weren’t so hopeless.
Tried calling home – was feeling homesick which Mom cured by lecturing me. The office chose that moment to cut us off. When I finally got her back I discovered she thought I hung up on her. I don’t think she really believes that I didn’t. Wish we were closer but she is going through a Bad Period. She is very angry that Genevieve wants to leave Radcliffe and go to Boston College with the rest of the rabble. She thinks she’s doing it for “some boy” but even if she were I don’t see why that invalidates her dislike of Radcliffe. It is a snooty, stupid place.
I think she’s really upset because every time we talk about Africa, I cry! It’s automatic at this point and she thinks I’m doing it just to make her feel bad. “Mom, you took me to a war.” Neither Mom nor Dad want to know what we REALLY think which is especially awkward since all our friends praise them for their Honesty and Involvement in our lives! Our job now seems to be to tell them over and over again, You’ve Been Perfect but they raised us to be honest, analyze Problems and Problem-Solve. But only for the Benighted , apparently, which by definition our parents can’t be.
For example, they are furious at Merrill’s husband for joining the Air Force. But if he JOINS as opposed to being drafted, he gets to take Merrill with him to Meteorology School in Athens, Greece! This sounds better to them than the jungles of Vietnam and I concur! (Wish I was there.) I HAVE to defend my sisters. Cried fiercely in my room afterwards – a girl came to be nice but I was old and proud.
Slept till one PM Sunday. So great not having a roommate. Napoleon says “a man needs six hours of sleep, a woman seven and a fool eight”. A theatre student needs nine! I keep missing meals so bought lemonade and cottage cheese with pineapple and just got full on that. The lemonade I keep in my room, and there’s a kitchen with a fridge down the hall for my cottage cheese. LOVE that stuff!
Rehearsals lasted till ten pm! My part is insignificant so I sit in the audience reading. Finished Genet’s The Maids (love it!!) starting Deathwatch. Almost completed Markham’s Napoleon and Dostoevsky’s The Idiot but left them in my room. Love Prince Myshkin and Jacques Louis David.
Robin offered me a ride to the Black Hawk – the local night club. My high hopes were dashed. Sleazy dive with a juke box. Made me even MORE homesick. Missing Shawn.
Tues 13 June 67
Finished The Idiot, then speed-read The Blight on the Ivy by “The Gordons”. I was hoping to sound well informed on student suicide rates in my next argument. But what a terrible book! Authors condescending to their readers fall between three stools: lurid Sat. Eve Post article, useful survey or Ma Gordon’s Common Sense Advice. No opportunity for moralizing missed. They told me to read their other book entitled The Split Level Trap. No thank you! I saw the movie (No Down Payment.)
Really didn’t understand Deathwatch. Trying to read Jane Austen’s Northanger Abbey – to my surprise, I haven’t read her before but I enjoy it.
12:50 AM Fri 16 June 67
Trying to keep away from Robin or I think The Inevitable will happen. Three months without love can’t be borne! He keeps following me around and joking with me. He elbowed into being my partner in ballet! He lifts me up with a smooth flat hand, right beneath my rib cage. He may look spindly and sick but he is strong and lightning sensitive. He always catches me in the “trust falls”.
During rehearsal I was writing to Shawn and Robin came and sat by me and said, Is that a letter to your boyfriend? I told him it was and nobody writes long letters the way I do! Robin said HE DOES! We can write each other after we leave – or starting now of I want! Uh oh. Dangerous to ask me what I want! Shawn didn’t ask me for my address – I’m putting it on the envelope but I might hear nothing. Feeling very down right now and not seeing a single lovable quality in myself. I am one of those insecure people needing constant reassurance – like a spaniel. Do I have patience for The Endless Games?
I prefer erotic dreams…
Thurs 22 June 67
I am in the smoker listening to Barbra Streisand who always brings my emotionalism to the surface. Lost the part of Mollie in the Mousetrap – my own fault. Robin is so good – (he is Giles) perfect accent and everything – I just can’t manage it. Said I’d learn it – overconfident as usual. Now I’m just a stagehand. Robin is worried he will be stereotyped in villain roles because he does them so well! (It’s that thin, sinister face.)
I got stuck with Julie Haydon after the preview performance. She talked endlessly about how bad she’d been and it didn’t matter how many times I said she was fine – it didn’t register. Robin was dragged into a passing car to go to the party, I’m stuck Helping the Star Take off her Makeup. I wanted to talk about George Jean Nathan and New York City in the 20’s – (she says their anniversary’s in a few days) but she wanted to talk about her wrinkles. And when I said the part needed wrinkles that was NOT the right thing to say. She did tell me about her wedding aboard a Caribbean cruise liner and their conversion to Catholicism. Finally a car arrived for her from the hotel and I walked back to the dorm by myself. Pathetic!
When I got to the dorm I was told it’s Illegal for girls to walk alone after dark! Great! Then my purse broke and my stuff went everywhere. Fortunately the nuns are very kind – they really control the atmosphere of this place and work hard to seem human and not just institutions. I feel most sorry for them having to wear such cloddy shoes. Oh, well, they’re not out to satisfy my aesthetic tastes!
Up till 2:30 AM reading Byron.
Dressed in my blue and white polka dot voile culotte dress with the white collar and cuffs to perform for the NDEA reception. My drama piece is Shelley’s Letter to Maria Gisborne, which kept the teachers mesmerized while nuns played violins & harps.
Robin said, “You look cool and pretty.” He looked good, too in a green madras coat. Of course he wanted to now why I wasn’t at the party! He said Jodi is making a huge play for him but he doesn’t like her. Says the party was depressing – the director yelled at everyone. Says we better hope the reviewer from the Minn Star doesn’t come – don’t get false hope – our all-nun preview house will laugh at anything.
After dinner we walked out on the golf course under the stars. He said, “You’re the strangest person I’ve ever met.”
I was genuinely surprised. “Me?”
“You don’t like it here, do you?”
I said all my failures are bringing out my stubbornness then HE was surprised. He didn’t think I felt like a failure but I’m so BAD at EVERYTHING! He said he would “help” me, which doesn’t make me feel better. I’m used to being good at things! He was also surprised that I don’t consider myself beautiful. But really! My face is all misshapen and lumpy! He said I had “a good face for makeup” and I could tell he meant it as a compliment instead of “cover yourself up” which most girls would think.
He wanted to hear all about my friends and family – said I obviously came from money, has a chip on his shoulder as a “poor boy”.
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