Sunday, April 1, 1984
After church today our family went to that breakfast for Gregg Lovegreen — the kid with leukemia. At 2, we went to that Honors Recognition. What a major disappointment. No one but me knows about my 4.0 average. But worse yet, I didn’t make it into National Honor Society. Lots of jerks did. Tho’ I was happy Rick made it in. I was so depressed. I wanted to cry. Mom and Dad knew it, too. Amy is really mad about it.
The jerks! I laugh now, but deep down inside, I’m still mad I didn’t get voted into NHS when I was a junior in high school.
Back then, having a 4.0 was more clear than it is now. Back then, an A = 4, no ifs, ands or buts. If you had a 4.0, you had straight A’s. Now, with Honors classes and Advanced classes and Advanced Placement classes and I don’t know what else, you might graduate from high school with a 4.5 or a 5.0 or even higher. So, did you get straight A’s or not? (God, I sound old!)
I was reminded of this little (big?) disappointment in my life last night when we took Cas to the high school for freshman orientation. One of the information tables was the National Honor Society (the jerks!). Nowadays, you need a grade point average of 3.65 (whatever that means!) and the standard stuff of scholarship, leadership, service and character.
Hmm, I suppose it’s possible I feel short in the “character” realm, huh? (The jerks!)