I ran across my elementary school report cards. Memories, good and bad.
Ellen talks too much, Ellen doesn't talk enough.
Ellen should read more, Ellen needs to leave her books at home.
Ellen needs to participate in discussions, Ellen needs to leave the people around her alone.
Ellen needs to do her homework, Ellen needs to be more organized.
Somehow, shy little Ellen morphed into MzEllen
Few people who know me now would recognize the shy, quiet (and very skinny) girl who was too shy to talk, to participate in games, to have a discussion.
1st grade...I got a new best friend. On her first day, she told me that she was a "n-word" and that's why I told my dad. He spanked me and told me not to ever use that word. Then he asked me who told me that's what she was...well, *she* did. She happened to be Native American, but that's not what she told me.
In 2nd grade, every student took an IQ test. Mine was high enough that they made me take it again...and then once more. Nobody "got" that the shy little thing that wouldn't talk...could be that smart.
3rd grade...ah...this is where my organization (or lack thereof) got me into trouble. It's also the age where kids start seeing "differences" and separating into cliques. And I didn't have a clique. If I was shy before, it got way worse here.
Anyway, those old, yellow report cards represent where I was, WHAT I was...where I am now.
Those social cues I just didn't get, the ability to stay in the "inner circle" - wanting to at least be able to fit with "that crowd," if only for a little while. Maybe not even fit...just be worthy of having them say "hi;" just a little word.
Those report cards, with the hand-written teacher notes on the backs. What made me change? Maybe I'm still shy, I'm just determined to not let it beat me?
I don't know. What I know is that I'm not one of the "farm kids" anymore. I don't have to take an IQ test 3 times.
I still cry when I remember that
I remember the awkward