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Jun 4Liked by M. Louisa Locke

I was one of the first females admitted to an all male prep school in the 70's. Your story brought a huge grin to my face. Thanks for sharing!

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Cool! Thanks for sharing.

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Jun 4Liked by M. Louisa Locke

Love the memories 🥰. I also had curfews and our punishment was to forfeit one of our weekend free times. I was in nursing school residence. ( which are no longer ). Most of us babysat for families in the area where the school was ( again they were vetted by the schools) and they knew we had to be in by 2300 but we would frequently get calls at 2245 asking if just this once we could stay later and they would make it up to us. We had to decide how much the free time was worth. Also whether or not we could bribe the housemother at the front door🤭 Lots of fun.

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Oh what a great memory!!

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Jun 4Liked by M. Louisa Locke

I was a freshman at UCLA in 1971. I lived off campus, so although I heard some complaints about rules, they never had much effect on me. And my memory says, as usual, the rules for girls were far more restrictive.

Curfews and such never would have worked for me, since I had begun working as a print reporter (Daily Bruin and freelancing for the AP and such. In those days the Bruin was a serious newspaper with a circulation of 50K+ daily) and was covering the beginnings of the 1972 presidential election as well as going to school. (by my sophomore year I was in an independent major and an experimental program that turned a lot of my reporting time into material that I could use in independent study.)

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Wow, what a cool program, and experience. I am afraid I was not nearly that mature my freshman year!

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Jun 5Liked by M. Louisa Locke

Apparently being a second generation Washington, D.C. native, meant I was sort of born into it. I can still remember a teacher telling me that I was "intimidating" because I was reading the newspaper at recess instead of playing. All I could think was "Why do you seem to think that's MY problem??" I was in second grade at the time....

But some years later it meant that I was credentialed to cover the Rodino Committee hearings on Nixon's impeachment. So I was in the room when Barbara Jordan gave her speech about the Constitution. All the fights I had with "adults" over the years, starting with that teacher? Worth every minute for the privilege of being in that hearing room!

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Jun 5Liked by M. Louisa Locke

I was really interested in the rules of the time! I had several good giggles as I read your account!

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Jun 5Liked by M. Louisa Locke

Very interesting blog. Thank you. Last night I watched a movie about Ruth Bader Gingsberg and today reading your comments. It really is so important to look back at history. So hard to believe how different rules were for women than for men. Grateful for the women like her and you that have continued to speak up.

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Jun 7Liked by M. Louisa Locke

I went to a small college (about 800 students) and we had to sign in or out, and if your mail friend came in the girl's dorm he could only get as far as the "couples lounge" which made it difficult for reading for my blind male friend and I to do his required books, that were Not on tape. I started in fall of 1968. In 1969/70 we were finally allowed to go to a man's room and he to a girl's room. This was great because I could help him with his school work much easier. One time I was lying on his bed (on top of the covers, both of us dressed) reading his textbook......and we went to sleep. An hour later we woke up and I laughed and said "You realize we just slept together?!" The better time was in the couples lounge (1969?) and I was reading "the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe" to him on the couch and he was lying with his head in my lap. I thought he had gone to sleep so I stopped at an exciting point. The couple across the room (who were busy kissing) looked up and said "Don't stop!" I said "Do you want me to read louder?" "YES!" and my boyfriend said "please continue!" So I did for another half hour or so.

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What a great story!

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