18-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Sunday, March 30, 1913: Went to Sunday School this morning. Went to Carrie’s this afternoon and went to church with Rufus this evening. Just got home a while ago. Don’t have my lessons out very well for tomorrow, but anyhow, I’m not going to get them out tonight.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
I guess the week-end didn’t cure Grandma’s case of “senioritis”.
The previous Thursday she wrote:
Didn’t get home from practice till about half past eleven. So you see I didn’t get my lessons out either.
And, on Wednesday she wrote:
Teacher gave the school a lecture, but it was really meant for me. I don’t think what I did was so bad, but I guess I won’t do it again. I might catch it right there.
And, she was ready for the week-end on Friday:
Am glad this is the last school day for this week. I guess, I’ll be glad when school stops. Am counting the days.
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Grandma sometimes referred to her sister Ruth as Rufus in the diary—especially when she was annoyed with her (though Grandma doesn’t seem annoyed in this entry, so I’m not sure why she wrote Rufus).
Carrie referred to Carrie Stout. She was a friend of Grandma’s and lived on a nearby farm.
A Hundred Years Ago 
Maybe the lecture was about the homework that wasn’t getting completed.
Hmmm. I think the school year better hurry up and be over for Grandma!
I find it interesting she had a nickname for her sister. My oldest granddaughter dubbed each of her siblings with an affectionate name.
Hmm… I think I have senioritis myself this year… 🙂 My grandmother’s name was Carrie — she would have been 17 in May, 1913. She lived here in Western Pa on a farm. I think their lives might have been similar…
I can understand her feelings. As a teenager I waited until the last hours of Sunday night to complete homework.
Your comment reminds me of how my mother used to always tell me to do my homework on Friday afternoons right after I came home from school so that I won’t need to worry about it all week-end. . . but I always did if on Sunday evening. 🙂
Carrie must’ve been Grandma’s best friend? She’s been hanging out with her a lot.
Yes, based on the diary, I think that Carrie was her best friend.