So it begins again…
My sons received their first trimester report cards yesterday. My fourth grader’s sounded just like mine did, and I told him so. I feel for him.
I am pretty sure that every report card I ever got ended with “She’s such an intelligent girl. I wish she’d share her thoughts with the rest of the class.”
In Social Studies, his echoed mine 35 years later. “I would like to hear more from him” and “I know that he can offer his classmates some great insight.”
In Science, “He is a bright young man and needs to share his insights with the rest of the class.”
In Spanish, more of the same. “Although quiet, he shows a remarkable understanding…”
Ahhhh, history. It does like to repeat itself. Poor guy!