First, in my Journalism class, Mr. Washmon informed me that I had a 69 average, and that I would not pass, and therefore, would not Graduate. He said the reason (besides the fact I did not deserve to graduate) was because I never attended class, seldom turned in my work, and what I did turn in was failing as well.
So I said "Well then, doesn't 69 seem a little high to you?"
I thought I had him there.
But he just looked at me, quite pleased and said:
"I grade on a curve."
That would explain it.
So then I had to go to clean out my locker and turn in my books....except it had been so long since I had been to my locker (where my books were, I hoped) that I had to go to the office and find out my locker number and the combination. When I explained my predicament to the attendance clerk, Mrs. Ray, she just grinned and shook her head.
I bet they get one like me every year.
Friday, June 11, 2010
MY LAST DAY AT SCHOOL, 1975
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3 comments:
This is one of my favorite stories. Thanks pal, UF Mike
I wish I had a dollar for every class i went to that i had to borrow a pencil and a piece of paper from the girl beside me so I could do whatever it was that they sprang on me that day.
That's hilarious, Mr. BH.
I dream about standing in front of my locker, not knowing the combination, about how much trouble it's going to be to get my stuff....I finished school a year early, so I didn't go to graduation. Even though it's 35 years ago, I still dream that "they" have figured out that I never really graduated and "they" are going to take away my job and my degree...
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