Bel Kaufman - Up The Down Staircase

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Carole—Did you read Fanny Hill yet?

Alice

I read Topic of Cancer, nothing to it.

Carole

Let's see your Math.

Alice

I didn't do it. I'm 4 days late and Frantick!

Carole

Who you kidding? You're only a virgin ! A.

That's what you think! Is this a long Home Room? C.

I can't make out your handwriting . . . whisper instead of marking up my note-book. A,

Can't—Miss Barrett is looking this way! C.

She's alright. A.

I think you hate her. C.

You're nuts! A.

She likes Barringer. C.

You're nuts! A.

Do you think she's sexy? C.

She's not even married. A.

Don't be a dope! C.

She's cute looking. A.

You hate her. C.

You're nuts. I like the way she smiles . . . it's not put on. A.

You hate her anyway. Did you do ex. 9? What does X equal? C.

5.3 gallons. A.

How did you get it? C.

It's in the back of the book. A.

Oh, my beloved . . . Only know me . . . Understand me ... The first time I walked into 309 my heart told me it was fated to be ... When you looked at me. ... No one else in the World understands this feeling deep within me except you . . . my only love . . . If only . . . Last Sunday I took the subway to your

Carole—Do you like her dress? Miss Barrett's. The color. Alice

It's sexy looking. Carole

She uses too much make up. A.

Only Lipstick. She likes Barringer. C.

You're ruining my note-book.... A.

You started it. C.

Because we're sitting alphabetical . . . No one else is behind me. A.

You must be a genius, you know Blanca comes after Blake! C.

Whisper instead. A.

Note to myself: Look up T. Elliot, a poet.

Look up word darkling.

Je veux tu veux il veut

nous voulons vous voulez ils

Assignments: Math—p. 51 ex. 3

p. 60 ex. 1, 7, 10

French—Traduizes 2nd paragr. and

review verbs for test (Be absent!)

Physics—??? Manheim forgot to give assignment again!

(Put in my Diary about seeing Paul & Barrett in Coffee Shoppe & the anguish of it... Also how he held the door open for me and how his sleeve touched my arm . . . How to describe the ecstacy of it?....)

Get— 3 different note-books. In math he wants hard cover 6 by 4 and with no lines and in pencil only. In Eng. must be loose-leaf 8 by 10 and French cahier she wants soft cover for declensions. In Soc. Studies—different color tabs.

"April is the cruellest month . . ." (Look up for myself & memorize)

A+ = 98-100 (Fat chance!)

A = 94-97

A— = 90-93

D = 66-69

F = 0-65

When will the bell ring? Carole

What's your hurry? Alice

This Home Room is cruddy. C.

You're nuts. A.

This whole school is cruddy. C.

The boys are cruddy. Especially Farone. A.

He's crazy about Barrett. C.

You're nuts. Don't scribble in my book. A.

The books they make us read in school are cruddy!

Sale of Two Titties

Silly Ass Marner

Reminder: Open School Day Thurs. (Tell ma not to come!)

Did you ever think, like on a subway platform you see some one and maybe they're just the one for you but he's going the wrong way in the train? And you never meet? Alice

Do you believe in Fate? Carole

In Kismet I do. A.

Me too. C.

Conjugate

Decline et ecrivez en francais

Look up & be prepared to discuss McCarran Bill

Alice Blake— Marriage

Paul Barringer— Friendship

Love—Hate—Friendship—Marriage

Alice Blake—Marriage

Pauly Barringer—comes out Marriage too!!!

Mrs. Pauly Barringer. Alice Barringer

Mrs. Alice B. Barringer

Barringer, Alice

List of my Best Books:

1. This is My Beloved

2. Catcher in the Rye

3. Love Poems of the Ages

4. Marriage Manuel

5. Zen

New moons, darks of the moon

Full moons—watch for full moon and write poetry!

My birthday—Taurus the Bull. Paul's birthday?

April birthstone—diamond. Flower—sweet pea.

May birthstone—emerald. Flower—lilly of the valley.

They're always interrupting when she talks to us.

Are you buying a ticket for the Thanksgiving Dance from Kagan? Alice

Who elected Harry Kagan anyhow? He's a pain in the ass. Carole

He's a fat pain in the ass. Are you going? A.

He's a big fat pain in the ass. Frank is taking me. Are you going? C.

Every day you're ruining my note-book! A.

You started it. C.

ME

My height—5 ft. 2 in.

My weight—should be 110, is 112

Color hair—brownette

Color eyes—gray-blue or blue-gray

My name My address My telephone My next of kin My school My Home Room Teacher My blood type My allergies My favorite color My lucky number My likes My dislikes

Calories: Bacon 95 cal.

hamburg 245

baked pot. 145

ice cream (vanilla) 200

coke 80

pizza—?

Note to myself—Improve posture. Look up darkling.

World's largest cities Tokyo London N.Y.

World's best dressed woman

World's best movie stars

Oh, my beloved, if you but knew ... I am so near, and yet so far ... in this very room, a heart-throb away ... So ready ... so ready for you & all you stand for ... Last Sunday I took the subway to your stop (Your address is on the Time Card) and I walked back & forth across the street from your house . . . back and forth . . . just to see where you live. For a moment I saw you in the window. . . . But perhaps it wasn't even you. My heart was throbbing with love and sadness ... If I could die for you! . . . Like the Lady of Shalot you read to us, floating dead on the river under his window, and Lancelot never knowing . . . never knowing . . . saying only "She has a lovely face, the Lady of Shalot . . ."

I wonder if I’ll ever dare to give you this letter ... for you to take into your hand . . . My Real Self in your keeping . . . Maybe then you will look upon me and know me . . . know me!!!! "Alice", you would say—"lovely Alice, the first time you walked into Room 309 I felt it ... It was meant to be . . ." Paul, my beloved, I feel it too and my pulses are throbbing with all that is inside me. Remember when you held the door open for me and my elbow touched your suit?

Sometimes I feel I'm the only person in the World or even the Universe . . . There's no one but I and I want to jump up to the sky higher and higher and throw my arms and yell like I'm crazy or maybe cry and weep . . . I don't know what it is but I can't bear it. "I am half sick of shadows, said the Lady of Shalot. . . ." That morning when you were talking to Miss Barrett in the Coffee Shoppe I wanted to die or kill her, although she's a very nice teacher. In my bed at night I pray to the ceiling, Dear Ceiling, make him love me or notice me in class where I sit . . . Make me worthy of him . . . Make him take me in his bold and throbbing embrace! . . . When I look at the cracks in the ceiling and how ugly everything is I think it's unreal, my house and my parents . . . Real life is someplace else . . . on moonlit terraces . . . in tropic gardens . . . foreign cities . . . darkling woods. . . . We are standing on a darkling hill together and your hungry lips seek