When I received my final term report card, in the sixth-grade, I’ll never forget the emotional sucker-punch I experienced. There it was. Final. In black ink. “Penmanship = A” I refolded the tri-fold report and grimly approached my teacher’s desk.
”Can I help you, Dallas?”
I unfolded the report card and pointed to the column, the subject, the grade.
“Did you have a question—about your grade?” my teacher intuited, cautiously.
“What did I do wrong?” I asked, dejectedly.