My diary -October 15-17, 1972
- Susan Fisch Good
- Jun 27
- 2 min read
October 15, 1972 Sun.
Dear Flowers:
Sleeped in. Typed up rest of time lines. I read till I finished “Don Alvaro o La Fuerza del Sino. I finally finished the report 4 pages. Read a bit on “Prelude to Love” Miss Ray Carol Morgan was here for super. She called me hair & Beck legs. She’s nice.
BYE!
Note: Don Álvaro o la Fuerza del Sino (Don Álvaro or the Power of Fate) was not an easy read, written in 1835 by Angel Saavedra Duque de Rivas. The Duke of Rivas was a Spanish poet, dramatist, and politician, and his work is considered Romantic Drama in Spain. He was also the Prime Minister of Spain in 1854. It was about two lovers whose fate never let them be together.
I am not sure why Miss Ray Carol Morgan, who was with the foreign service, called me ‘hair’ and Becky ‘legs’!
October 16, 1972 Mon.
Dear Flowers:
School! I got an A on History outline! 84 on math test. I’m fumming. I had 89 on original test! P.E. had to lay on Basketball court & dribble. Stayed for Drama. Its fun. Play next Fri. or Thurs. Took walk with Pat. Bengi’s brother as Pat & I mine names. Chocho. Watched T.V. Did homework PLEASE help me pass history. Have to study. Dave & I were laughing our heads off trying to fix red lipstick tube.
Note: I can see why I was fuming. When I taught, I would go with the highest grade if someone retook a test.
I wonder if it is a common practice to lie on the basketball court to learn to dribble. I obviously didn’t stick with basketball to know the different methods.
There I go again with the word Chocho. An inoffensive slang word in Nicaragua, but definitely not one to use in some countries.
Not sure what we were doing with Mom’s red lipstick, as I wasn’t allowed to wear it.
October 17, 1972 Tues.
Dear Flowers:
PERFECT Day! No History test (canceled till Wed). Mrs. Habed sick so substitute. Passed all exams: Essay English; B-, Science both test 85 & 88. Tennis was fun. (I was in a suborb mood!) Ricardo said my hair looked sexy so I ‘m rolling it forever (just kidding). Ran around court 3 times. Think Kim has crush on me. Robert ran one lap with me. Watched T.V. Got to study for Science Unit test!!! Wish me luck.
BYE!
Note: I love my creative spelling of superb, which is kind of a big word to use instead of great or wonderful.
I wonder what made me think that Kim had a crush on me?
I love a PERFECT day, although my definition now is definitely different from then. A PERFECT day now is spending time with family, watching a sunrise or sunset, or spending time with friends. Chocolate is also a must on a perfect day. What is an ideal day for you?
Were the PE classes co-ed? Mine weren't in High School, except at times we would get together for volleyball. My perfect day is to sleep in with no alarm, so I do that a lot now. 😉 To not wear supportive lingerie ( do that on occasion ) and aka PJ day! Free to not do chores - it's hard to be totally free from that, something always has to be done. Listening to the birds or observe nature and marvel at God's handiwork! Watching what I want on TV and not have husband's commentary! 😃
Crafting and eating English muffin with Peanut butter, cinnamon sugar, melted Country Crock or pizza - mmmm! 😊 I do agree that anything chocolat…
Yup, "chocho" seems to be your "go-to" word for messed up. In Colombia at that time, two words were used equally for messed up: "Jodido" and "fregado", as in " 'ta jodido esa vaina". Both were mild epithets, but bad enough a young teen wouldn't say in front of their parents. It's probably a guy thing, but it seems like as a teen, the first words you learn after moving to a foreign country are swear words.
A perfect day would start, as Kaye said, with a cup of coffee, but not American "dishwater" coffee, but rather from (pick your favourite Latin country). For us, Costa Rica had the best coffee, fixed in a "bolsita", and poured into a demitasse…
I, too, had Ricardo as a tennis instructor! My family invited him to go deep sea fishing out of SJDS one time. It was fun, but he got so seasick 🤢. Alan was a great friend of my younger brother, Richard. We actually connected about 25 years or so ago at an ANS alumni reunion in Wilmington, NC. My parents visited his parents in Florida several times and maintained a correspondence with them until they both passed.
We never referred to him as "Kim", always Alan. As I recall, his nickname was "Bardahl", like the can of oil.
While it is unsurprising to hear any perfect day must include chocolate, I’m astonished that you’ve left off……coffee! True perfection would require both together, wouldn’t it? For this hot, hot day, I’m wishing you both!