GIVING CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE
AND MAYBE EVEN WHERE IT’S NOT
I was a terrible student. Calling my scholarly record erratic would be complimentary. The expression “skin of his teeth” was invented to describe how I graduated.
Failed Algebra I; made it up in summer school. Failed Algebra II; took a second language so I didn’t have to repeat it. Geometry and trigonometry didn’t figure in my wildest imaginings. It was the old story: bright kid who put effort into only those subjects that interested him. I left a sad trail of dedicated high school teachers frustrated with their inability to motivate me.
I can’t say I didn’t care about grades. It would have been nice to be on the honor roll, and the one time I made Dean’s List in college did feel good. Of course, that was accomplished mainly because of a very light semester composed of pretty much all fluff courses (I’ve always said I majored in Drop-and-Add).