I Haven’t Repaid Society, But Karma is Happier
The last time I checked, I had successfully completed the third grade. OK, successfully might be stretching it as a descriptor but I made it through. And no, I do not have a diploma or letter of recognition to commemorate the occasion. But then again, I come from an era where mediocrity was not celebrated.
It was expected.
It was generally assumed that if at the end of the third grade school year your name is on the list of students moving to the fourth grade that you had completed the requirements for the third grade. There were no ceremonies, no pomp. Just move along.
How is it, then, that I find myself once again in Mrs. Reed’s third grade classroom?
