This story is too funny not to tell. And I realize how much grief it will bring upon myself.
This weekend in Seattle was stormy. Perfect time to do some deep cleaning in my office. I discovered a forgotten envelope where my Mom had saved my report cards- 1st grade through college. Two things became self-evident immediately: First, I have no idea how I ever got accepted into any college with my grades! And secondly, it became crystal clear why I did not graduate magna-cum-laude from college.
But my 6th grade report card, 1955-56, from Mr. Purga is classic. Note his comment about me in the first quarter- then his final thought in the fourth quarter.
