Getting a kick out of putting me down.

Catherine, while looking for tax info that I need from her, found an old report card that my father sent to us a while back.

It is from Thacher, the high school I went to. They give you little essays beside the grade, since it was a small private school that focused on giving the students the finest education possible. One way of proving it was giving that personal touch to grades.

So being that I kicked her butt in the GREs I wasn’t worried about her going through my old report cards. But I underestimated her analytical skills – she put 2 and 2 together and got a good laugh.

My senior english teacher said that I was “an enthusiastic and diligent student who works consistently to his full potential”. Damn straight.

Then she pointed out how my little checkboxes across the board for english were “good” or “satisfactory” with no “excellents”. And I only got B in the class.

So my fullest potential is a B and a 2/3 “good” and 1/3 “satisfactory” blend.

She laughed a couple times over that actually. It was like she was shampooing her hair. Read out loud. Laugh. Repeat.

So I apologize to anyone reading this – that although I might be writing to my fullest potential, it is merely high school B level. Ha. I suppose you already knew that.

I was thinking about Thacher the other week – wondering what Sal would do about high school and how even though I didn’t really love the experience, well, my brother and sister went there and got into Stanford…so maybe it wouldn’t be that bad for him. It’d probably be less expensive than moving into a neighborhood with a good high school. Though Freakonomics says none of that really matters.

Anyway – I was thinking about going back to campus, wondering what memories I’d have 10 years from now and wondering if any of the teachers would still be there. When I went to school, there were some old timers there, so I started wondering how old time, the old timers would have to be for me to recognize them when Sal started there. And I did the math.

My 20 year high school reunion is next year! HOLY COW! I’m old.