Thursday, February 02, 2006
February 2, 1965
Boy, was I sick today! My temperture was 102 so I had to stay home - but I wasn't alone! Terese stayed home, too! I slept alot and it wanything but fun. I missed alot of work, and still don't have my books home. We have an exposition to write in English and I don't even know what it is! Boo hoo! I have a sore throat and everybody's calling up and yakking for hours. I hope I get to go back tomorrow - Report Cards!
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Staying home sick was a real challenge in our household. Mom was a nurse and impossible to con with fake coughs, thermometers held over the stove and other clever ploys. When I was little, staying home meant opening up the green Castro convertible couch and watching game shows, old movies and cartoons all day. By 1965, the green couch was long gone, and the only place for an invalid to sack out was in bed. Being home with no access to school books was evidently NOT GOOD; making up work was never any fun.
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