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Tuesday, April 6, 1982
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Tuesday, June 7, 1983
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Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Lynn's Comments: Even though I drove them crazy, my teachers did like me. After I had pushed them to the breaking point, after I had been sent to the office, sentenced to detentions and made to take angry notes home, I always came around. I guess I had to test them as thoroughly as they tested us. My report cards, though not outstanding, were always pretty good and in amongst the admonishments re: math and sports there was always something nice. The best comment I can remember came from my grade four teacher George Stibbs, who said that I "made the class fun and interesting." This might have made me even more likely to clown around, but I grew to admire him too much to make him angry.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Lynn's Comments: The kids who were eager to show their report cards, always had good ones--no F, D, or C appeared on their neatly prepared sheets. I always tried to avoid these too-good-to-be-true types. Instead, I gravitated towards the mixed-bag students who had As in the stuff they liked and a "pass" in everything else!
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Lynn's Comments: My parents took great interest in our report cards. Mom, especially, wanted to see progress in the "A" department. A pass wasn't good enough, so she'd take it upon herself to do remedial teaching--especially math, in which she excelled. She spent hours with us, drawing diagrams, using coins, and cutting up popsicle sticks, so that numbers would make sense. I was more interested in the remarks column--hoping to see "improved" or "talks less." What my teachers thought about me was important. I knew I was a pain in the wazoo, sometimes, but I hoped that my "good side" showed through!
