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Retroblog First Day of School 1981

1981/Fourth Grade

Almost thirty years later (and that hurts), and some things haven't changed too much.

I still have to get up by 7:00 a.m. (though I can't!);
I still have to wear nice clothes, usually a skirt/shirt, and/or dress/suit (though I rather be wearing jeans); and
I am STILL undecided about how I feel about being back in school, even if I'm working at one, not attending it as a student.

Retroblog September 7, 1983

Today is Wednesday, 9/7/83 Time 7:40 P.M.

I don't have time. I'll write Tomorrow.

I don't what was so important that I didn't have time to write. Could it have been homework? A novel interrupted? Daydreams? I had time to draw a smiley face.

Craft Talk

This seems perfect for a Friday before a long weekend, that no doubt will be dedicated to ... crafting.

Thanks to Big J colleague from the IT department for sharing this one with me.

Retroblog September 3, 1985

Today is September 3, 1985 Time 10:30

Hi! Boy it's been along time since I last wrote! 2 years in fact. But I've written in my diary. I'm going to write about something that happened to me almost a month ago. It was on August 14, 15, 16, and 17. For almost a year the Young Women had been paying monthly installments for a General Young Women's symposium for Girls 12- ____ from Connecticut, New York, Maine, Rhode Island, Vermont and New Hampshire. It cost $195. The girls who went from our ward were me, Luci, Pam, Mom, Sister Luty, Eva, Vicki, Lisa, Debbie and Lea. Sister Starko went too. On the first nite while we had the bar-b-que I looked around and thought WOW are there a LOT of girls here!

(CON)

that night during the skits Sister Kapp and Sister Ramsas from the General Young Women Board showed up they sat a row behind me. Up to the skit it hadn't hit me that I was actually at the conference But when we all got on the stage and did our things it hit me. The next day when I was in the talent show and I saw the girls from the other stakes it was great we all got close and made friends. When all the girls got to gether and sang the Rianbow Connection. It was GREAT. That nite when we went swimming it seemed as all the girls were wimming. It the Water Carnival the next nite all the girls

(CON)

our ward and stake became closer tring. We got third place! Before we left all the Ashford girls - Mom, Sister Starko, and Sister Luty all bore our testimonies. A very moving experience. As we went home we stopped at a mall - It seemed to me like coming out of a dream into a nightmare - There was porno all over the place YUK!

The best part of the whole thing was listening to Sis. Kapp talk!

Hope we have another!

Although I will still be posting retroblog entries from this volume, this is the last real entry in this journal.

It alludes to the fact that I must have been keeping some entries in another diary, but I know those have been destroyed.

Two years shows some definite improvements in the handwriting, spelling, and ability to write down more details, so it's a shame I didn't keep it up the journal.

The girls and ladies from my congregation have scattered over time. Sister Starko moved away and we still occassionally exchange holiday cards. Sister Luty, a major influence on my musical career, passed away a few years ago, and I know she's keeping that choir of angels hopping up in heaven. Everytime I hear a congregation singing hymns on Sunday MUCH too slowly, or see a kid running through the halls at a church, I think of Sister Luty.

I went through most of my teen church years with Eva and Vicki. The stories they could tell about me, and I pray they don't! Loose the photos ladies, please. (Girls, if you are reading this, forgive me for being so bad at being in touch. Many many congrats Vicki and Gary on your lovely addition! She's beautiful!)

Don't be a boar!

You never know what's going on behind closed doors at the Big J. One day you step out of your office and you see nuns or thespians walking by; another day, a door opens and you see a bunch of boars.

Etching Advice

Dear New and Returning Students:

Welcome back! We hope you had a restful summer. Things were quite busy here at the School. Returning students will notice that renovations are almost complete. We suggest that all students and staff pay attention to room signs and directions, as offices and classrooms have changed, relocated, and/or been added. Maps and extra signage have been placed around the building to help you find your way. (Although it has been suggested, we will NOT be painting directional arrows along the walls, or inlaying compass points into the carpet. You are grown ups, you can figure it out.)

Most importantly, the School's lawyers, counselors, and health officers would like you to pay extra special attention to the subliminal advice that has been etched into every one of the elevator walls.

Please,

do not drink the

(KOOLAID!)

Sincerely,
The Facilities Staff

P.S. If we do find out that it was a student who etched the graffiti into the elevators, we will be a) sending you to the Dean for disciplinary action, b) sending you a bill for the resurfacing of the walls, and c) sending you to remedial handwriting classes.