17-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Friday, May 3, 1912: Well examinations are over. I can say that I am glad. But I’m not glad the we only have one more day of school. Besse was out this evening. I sort of miss my lessons tonight.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Yeah! I’m glad that Grandma’s exams are finished. She sure worried about them in the diary entries for the last week or so—
April 25—Worried that she’d fail
April 29—Thinking about the exams
May 1—Overcome with gloom, but had a glimmer of hope because had passed in the past
May 2—Doubtful about how well did on algebra exam
And, now –finally– it sounds like everything went okay (thank goodness!) —and that she’s already sad about the impending end of the school year.
Maybe Grandma was sort of like me. Sometimes I think that I worry about things to motivate myself to quit procrastinating and properly prepare for an upcoming event. It probably was the same with Grandma and her studies.
Besse was Grandma’s older married sister. This mention of Besse is so matter of fact. I wish that it conveyed a little more about Besse’s emotional state. This is the first time that Besse has been mentioned in the diary since the death of her newborn child in early April. Hopefully she was doing all right.