Throwback Thursday #32 – Report Cards and Progress Reports

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This week’s prompt is: Report cards and Progress Reports.

You can use the questions that follow to spark your memories or you can answer them as they stand. It is totally up to you.

  1. Looking back now, would you say you were a good, fair, or struggling student?
  2. How often were your school efforts reported to your parents?
  3. Did you receive letter grades, i.e. A, B, C, etc?
  4. Was your behavior reported on your progress reports or report cards?
  5. In what subjects did you excel and which subjects were a challenge?
  6. Did you ever try to change your grade? Turning a C into a B for example?
  7. Did you keep any of your report cards?
  8. Did you get rewarded for good grades? Punished for ‘bad’ grades?
  9. Did the subjects you excelled in prove to be where you excelled in life?
  10. What was your biggest detraction from your school work?

Depending on my school and age would determine how I was as a student.
The school system in the UK is slightly different to the US and we have infants, junior and secondary/grammar schools before college or university.
I attended infants school, then had two years in one junior school before we moved from the council house in which I was born and so my final two years were at another. It was there I sat my eleven plus and was accepted into grammar school.
I hated it from my very first day.

At both junior schools, contact and interaction with parents was important.
I was encouraged in my writing and my music, I loved to read plus I enjoyed sports as well as needlework.
None of that happened at Grammar school and the latter two subjects I grew to despise mainly because of the staff who took the classes as they showed favouritism and in both I was embarrassed and ridiculed in front of my classmates.

School reports at Grammar school were in a book which was retained when I left. They are welcome to it. However, I do have my school report from 1964 when I was 8 and it doesn’t read too badly.

I was good at Maths, especially mental arithmetic (probably why I’m a good chalker at darts), and was always making money boxes out of Lego, so money matters was obviously somewhere in my future. The careers teacher (who also happened to be my Maths teacher in my final year at school in 1972) said I didn’t have the brains to work in a bank when I said that was what I wanted to do. I proved her wrong in spades, having the pleasure of serving her from First Till position in the High Street bank where I worked in 1974. I would love to have seen her face when I held the position of a financial analyst for the American Bank and was responsible for reporting the accounts of four European offices to the New York Head Office, though she was probably dead by then anyway.

I had no detraction from my school work as I had few friends, didn’t belong to any outside clubs or groups, nor did I have a boyfriend. I was an average pupil who did what was expected but little else. There was no point, but there was one highlight with a biology teacher when I took in a giant moth my Dad had found in the attic. She got really enthusiastic about it as it had laid eggs and she put it in the lab to study. No brownie points for me, but I saw her in a different light. It was she who wore a live stick insect as a brooch for a joke, and you could tell what term we were in by the colour of her rinse!
The last few months of my final year were traumatic for various reasons and because of it, I did not do as well in my O levels as I had hoped. I failed two of the five I took, but at least I got my music, English language and Maths which were the three subjects I considered myself good at.

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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18 Responses to Throwback Thursday #32 – Report Cards and Progress Reports

  1. willowdot21 says:

    A really interesting post Di, you have obviously always loved your numbers 💜

  2. Maggie says:

    Di, I remember you writing about your careers teacher – I am SO goad you proved her wrong. When traumatic things happen to us, it can have a heavy impact – especially in school. I would love to hear you play piano. Do you have videos posted anywhere? Thanks as always for participating!

  3. murisopsis says:

    Not all grades indicate ability and not all abilities are evaluated in school! The school counsellor refused to submit my essay for a scholarship (which I found out about later) because she felt I wasn’t college material. I made the Dean’s list my junior and senior years of college. She scoffed when I said I wanted to be a veterinarian. I guess I get the last laugh!!

  4. Paula Light says:

    Such a cute pic, reminds me of Valerie Bertinelli!

  5. Lauren says:

    Thanks for joining in Di. As a former teacher, it makes me sad when I hear stories of teacher doing exactly the opposite of what they should be doing. It is a teacher’s job to encourage and support students. Even when I wanted to quit school, a great teacher and counselor kept me going so that I could graduate early/

  6. Sadje says:

    That must be Karma to bring your nay-sayer teacher to your till. Excellent

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