I begged, borrowed, and paid for rides to the University of Houston. I possessed neither a driver’s license nor a car to get to my classes. Luckily I had a number of friends living near me who were also studying there. Tuition for my first year was covered by a scholarship, so I often used the money I had saved from working for our family doctor to help pay for gasoline for those kind enough to cart me back and forth. My days on campus were often quite long but I was enjoying the opportunities to meet new people and see more of the bigger world around me. 

My first challenge came in registering for classes. In 1966, there were no online applications for doing so. Instead I went to one of the university gyms at the appointed time and raced from one area to another hoping that an opening might still be available for the classes that I wanted to take. It was a tedious and frustrating situation, but I found myself feeling more for the young men whose status for the military draft hinged on whether or not they were able to get a full load of classes. Now and again I would see tough looking guys on the verge of sobbing as they realized that their efforts were going to fall short because the classes they needed were closed. 

I ended up with a potpourri of courses that included English, mathematics, science, history, physical education, and German. Fortunately I received credit for freshman level English courses but unfortunately I was placed in second year German with no credit for the first year. I found myself with a small group of students all of whom had German last names who admitted that they spoke German at home with their parents. I felt like a fish out of water floundering on a hot beach as I attempted to keep up with peers who were incredibly fluent in the language. The rest of my classes were much like those I had taken in high school with the exception of physical education where my klutzy tendencies were on full view. 

I loved the pulse and the possibilities of a large public university that was so unlike my small private school. Everything about it was quite exciting. While Claudia and I had planned to be pals at the campus we soon learned that with different majors and classes our meetings were somewhat rare. We had to make appointments with each other just to stay in contact. In a sense we were now orbiting in two very different worlds but we did join a couple of organizations together and often took part in the numerous protests that cropped up on campus. This was a time of unrest in the country with civil rights still lagging for much of our population and distress over the war in Vietnam at an all time high. 

There were campus issues as well that became topics of the school newspaper, The Daily Cougar. I became a follower of the editor, Edith Bell, and found myself more and more often wanting to learn and write for her. She was doing a job that sounded more appealing to me than anything else I might imagine. She covered the problems in the School of Architecture in which the female students were being harassed by both students and professors who thought them unfit for the major. I was enchanted by her willingness to express her ideas without filters. I wondered if I would ever have the courage to speak my own mind. 

My cousin, Ingrid, was already in her second year at the university as was another cousin, Paul. I encountered them now and again as I rushed across campus to get from one class to another. I also met my cousin Alan’s fiancee, Susan. For a time Claudia and I went to every street dance and party we could find, but eventually she became quite busy with dates and other obligations, so Ingrid became my new buddy for extracurricular activities. Even though I have never seen a resemblance between the two of us, people thought that we were sisters wherever we went. It was an instant ice breaker and conversation starter that made our social forays more fun. Together we were meeting lots of new people and having a great time. 

In between attending my classes, studying for my courses, and attempting to enjoy the social aspects of the university I was spending less and less time at home. Michael had entered high school at Mt. Carmel with a scholarship just as I had. Pat was moving along behind him and becoming more and more independent himself. He was often away from home with friends, so the house was much quieter than it had been. Mama was the belle of the ball at her Parents Without Partners socials and she had met many new friends who often came to our house. She had begun to consider dating, but nobody seemed to meet the high standards that Daddy had set for her. 

Our family dynamic was changing. Mama was working and attending college classes in the afternoons at Dominican College. In the evenings we barely had time to speak to one another as we all sat doing homework at the dining table that our parents had purchased so many years before. Mama was burning her candle at both ends and the stress was beginning to show on her. Sometimes she seemed to overreact to situations and other times she appeared to have unfounded fears about her work or her classes at the college. She even admitted at one time that she was afraid of one of her professors, suggesting that he wanted to take her on a ride in his plane so that he might kill her by throwing her out. I was so full of my own world that I would usually just laugh when she said such things and accuse of her being overly dramatic. 

As 1966, ended our routines and the cozy feeling of safety that I had taken for granted seemed out of whack. I was still attempting to decide on a major with little success. I had struggled with both the German and history classes in a way that was foreign to me. Things were changing more quickly than I had imagined. The world itself seemed to be on fire. There was an feeling of unrest that sometimes kept me awake at night. I knew that the chaos was all part of entering the adult world which I definitely wanted to do, but I wondered if it would always feel so chaotic. I was learning as in the dark without any kind of plan. It was my welcome to the real world. I was preparing for a future that I could not yet see. Hopefully I would be ready for whatever came to be.