Unlike the AWESOME academic news over at Carole's this morning (congratulations Hannah!) this story has a different take on the apple and the tree. My parents are cleaning out their house room-by-room (so we won't have to do it when they die - um, thanks mom & dad?!). I received one of what I can only imagine will be many packages the other day. This one contained my grade school report cards. Since Kathryn's report card had just been sent home, I thought it would be fun to compare our 6th grade reports cards. A word of warning here, unless you are ABSOLUTELY certain that you are a direct descendant of someone like Stephen Hawkings, DON'T DO THIS IN FRONT OF YOUR CHILD. You will never live down the humiliation.
(Sorry for the crappy pictures - "old" doesn't photograph very well!!)
Frak! There go my dreams of being an English teacher. A "C" in reading? For crying out loud, that's all I do now! I do however, totally understand that "A" in Language as I do have a flair for the spoken word. And Arithmetic - at least I was consistent.
And at least in the important things, like politeness and playing in the sand box well, I was "S"d.
But still, "Little Miss Straight A" is walking around here like she owns the place. At least I had perfect attendance!
13 comments:
Aw, don't forget that grades these days are inflated, right? RIGHT?
Just tell her it's the dumbing down of society. It's easier to get As now than it was then.
I'll never forget the day I found my dad's old report cards at my grandparent's house. I felt quiet vindicated.
I had the same experience as Jeanne (and Kathryn). It was quite a fabulous feeling. Ha.
Home at last, eh? At least there was no culture shock to greet you - - wait. At least there was the furry contingent of the family to greet you.....
If my mother was the type to save report cards (she isn't) I would need to tear up those from 4th & 5th grade - soak them in a combustible material - and light them on fire - and dispose of the ashes at a landfill nowhere near my home.
Lucky for me - my mom isn't sentimental....
Heh, 6th grade was an interesting one for me... I wrote quite a few essays that year on why I wouldn't do this, that, or something else. Nothing SUPER terrible -- I loved my teacher and, as the eldest, I was always pressured to do my best and set an example, but I did make some friends that year and tested the waters some. Can't quite say that I was "rebelling," but kinda-sorta, in a good-girl way.
; )
There are many stories hidden in report cards, aren't there?
Heh - up until 7th grade my report cards were stellar - however we did not get letter grades in SLP of the late 60's/early 70's (at least not until 7th grade!) Our grades were all S or F.
Hey, after walking six miles to school, uphill, in the snow, with holes in your shoes, while carrying 32 pounds of textbooks, you were too tired to study and too hungry, as well, because that single crust of toast and water at breakfast was expended before you reached the end of the driveway.
We have had so much fun sharing our reports with our children. The best comment was my husbands first grade report, which stated he tended to daydream alot!
My first grade report cards always came back with "Sydney still talks to much." That has to be the only time in my life that anyone has accused me of talking too much. :)
Way to go, Kathryn!
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