December 10, 1973

Last night when I was working in the library, Dr. Kryzs asked if he could speak with me. Adjusting to the surprise with various thoughts of what he might have to say, I walked with him to the tables by the periodicals. He then showed me these notecards on which he had started to list ideas for ways in which to revamp his course. We talked about the improvements that had taken place in the course after the midterm, the fear of certain students about the professor's possible vindictiveness, and the biased nature of the evaluations themselves. He seemed sincere in his efforts to institute change into the course structure and that impressed me tremendously, especially the fact that he would approach me with his tentative changes. The term has proven to be a see-saw experience with this man.

December 7, 1973

Grayce and Bev

What a night! Where do I begin, so much has happened. Will I get it all down and will I carry through? Yes, yes, yes, I must. This time it is of the utmost importance. It cannot be only the quantity of wine that has made me feel bold, but rather the injustice that has been directed against my word. Yesterday I found evaluation forms in my mailbox with a note from Mary Ellen. They were for Kryzs' class and were to be handed out and collected by me. As I was passing out the forms, Kathy Reithmueller asked me if Dr. Kryzs would see them. I told her no, they would be going straight to the office where they would be complied and then made public. Kryzs agreed to my passing out the forms and left the room for 15 minutes. Tonight I learned that after class Kryzs plowed up the stairs to the office and demanded to see the evaluation forms. I should have been able to predict this from his initial remarks upon returning to the room. I am really infuriated at his lack of cool. His unethical behavior roused me into action. However the confrontation might have gone, I had the entire weekend to cool off; consequently, the incident was pretty much brushed aside, although Forsman was there to spur us on at the moment of frantic call to arms.

When I should have been staying around after class to observe Kryzs' actions, I was nestled in the otherworld of Mrs. Hodges' office practicing music for the evening program. That went on for nearly an hour, after which time I walked home, called AAA for a jump, wolfed down some lunch, and drove my car (once revived) to the VW garage on Allies Blvd. to get a new battery installed. I did spend some time in the library later on. I talked with Grayce for awhile and we giggled a lot as we always do whenever we're together. Like silly grade schoolers, but it isn't as ludicrous as it sounds, considering the scholastic environment we have been placed in.

December 3, 1973

Sue and Michael convinced me to sing with them in Mrs. Hodges' Christmas program for the GSLIS party this Friday night. I wonder if Foster will want to go. Nothing like getting sucked into something, but now that I have committed myself to this, it should be interesting, especially since the number of participants seems to be constantly growing.

My car needs a new battery. The cold weather is sapping all of its juice. When I went to start it this afternoon, the engine struggled to turn over. I don't want to keep calling AAA for a jump. Why didn't you get jumper cables, you stooge? Yes, I know, the money was better spent on an album. There is no way I'll make it through the winter with my present battery. I remember someone telling me those exact words. It must have been the guy at Hudson's garage in Falconer.