I failed the seventh grade. That's my secret.
Well, I didn't actually fail and it's not a big secret, but it was close enough and
I am ashamed of it.
This was in the spring 1971, the teachers at my Junior High School, told my mother that I spent more time socializing, than paying attention. So Mom decided we needed to move into a town.
They did look for houses in towns in our school district, but we ended up 20 miles from everyone we knew. My brother who was going to be a senior got Dads old car and was allowed to drive to our old school. But us girls had to start the new school year from scratch. I of course made friends right away. What can I say, I wasn't very picky. I was going into the 8th grade, but my sister was going into the 10th. She didn't fair as well as I did and the next two years were pretty much Hell for her. As everyone knows, kids are mean little bastards.
We moved because I almost failed the 7th grade, she has hated me ever since.
Next time maybe I'll tell you about those good friends I met when we moved. Oh yeah!
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Hi Catherine, I know about the mean kids in school. In the 1950s I got a good scrubbing because I couldn't read. They had a desk in the principal's office with my name on it. I never got past grade school and wanted so much to change classes. Being in one room the entire day was a killer to my spirit. Later I taught myself to read and became a published author. Google Atkinson Timekeeper. I'd like to know how you ruined your sister's life. Hang in there.
Best, John
Hi John, It's nice to hear from a friendly person. I never really thought any one would read my blog. I'm surprised and pleased.
I have always loved to write. I'm just not very good at it. I think I'm too scatter brained.
Have a great day.
Cat.
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