I came across a pile of old report cards from my elementary school days, this one dated June 11, 1956. I laughed out loud.
She enjoys doing a lot of independent reading!
And phew, I was promoted to third grade. Yay me.
I was one of those students who did really well in the subjects my brain could manage – like languages and writing, even American History. Other subjects, not so much. I think I peaked in 6th grade, after which I moved over to a top notch private school, a very heavy learning curve for me.
I won’t show you my high school report cards where I was always in the last quarter of a very smart class. Even though I was in AP French, AP Latin, and AP English, I’d get D’s in every math and science class I took, and I think the teachers were being kind only giving me a D. I adored History, adored my History teacher, who was fired very quietly in the dark of night, never to reappear. Rumor was he was gay (or queer as we could have said in 1966) and made advances to one of the guy students. I remember being crushed that he was gone. He brought History alive and I learned a ton. So while I might get in the 90s in French and Latin, I got 80s in English and barely in the 70s for algebra or geometry or science. Hence, being in the bottom tier of my classmates. It was a bit demoralizing to always be in the 4th Quarter of the class rankings and my two closest girl friends were complete geniuses – one went off to Stanford, the other to Mount Holyoke. You already know by reading this blog for years, I did NOT go to Stanford, I did NOT go to Mount Holyoke.
I’ve often thought over the years that perhaps for me, private school was not the right choice for high school. I might have done better being the smartest one in a public high school than the dumbest one in a private school. I know my parents felt this was an fabulous opportunity but I struggled too much to ever feel smart, even though I knew I was capable in several aspects.
I don’t know what my point is here, other than a fun look back at my eight-year old self. Some things never change because today’s Cindy is still socially very happy and enthusiastic. And my papers are still neatly done! 🙂