My dad has been going through boxes of stuff and he found some book reports and projects I did in 5th and 6th grade, and some report cards from those years too. It made me a little emotional seeing those things over zoom. I hadn’t remembered my grades were so mediocre in 5th grade, but much better in 6th grade. I even commented about the 5th grade grades, and my dad said they weren’t that bad. I guess that was consistent with when I was a kid, my parents weren’t expecting all A’s like some parents.

On one report my 5th grade teacher said I wrote very well, but hadn’t read all of the materials. That sounds very plausible. I guess she was trying to encourage me to work harder. I remember being very luke warm about her.

Actually, from 4th grade on I didn’t really like many of my teachers except for a very few in jr and high school. When I say like, I mean really enjoy going to school and seeing them and being in their class. Wow, I just realized that now as I’m writing it. I think most of my teachers were good teachers though. College was different, I’m just talking about K-12.

He had a drawing I did of a city, it was looking overhead, like looking at a map with the roads, houses, school, mall, playgrounds, etc. I’m so happy he kept it. I remember being really proud of it and my teacher took a moment to tell me verbally how great he thought it was, and he wondered aloud how I came up with it, although he only gave me an A-. I don’t remember what the exact assignment was.

I don’t know, it made me feel sad thinking about it all and seeing the class work I did.

Topics: school, youth, young, elementary, memories