January 18, 1954

I’m dead tired today. I haven’t given my book report yet. The B.B. teams were going to Kirks. tonite to see a B.B. game but it’s icy so we’re not.

It’s just as well that her plans were foiled by bad weather. She can stay home and rest, since she’s so tired. And work on her book report . . .

I’m still flabbergasted that she gets to go out so often on school nights! Mildred would have never let us do that. I can’t figure out what changed between then and when we were in school — haha! I evidently don’t know the tricks my mother knew!