I've spent a fair bit of time thinking about report cards over the last few years, maybe too much. This stems from my own childhood. When I was growing up, the end result was what mattered, not the process. I could have given a class my all, worked my absolute hardest, but if I didn't come home with the top grade, it wasn't good enough. Scowls and glares and obvious disappointment. I know my dad loved me, but it certainly didn't feel like it in those moments. For me, this resulted in an extreme dislike of school, and report card dread. Over time, I figured out what I need to do to get the grades my father wanted (for the most part), but I was completely miserable in the process. Love of learning was completely lost.
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