I still have my old report cards somewhere down in the basement. My mom kept them all for us, and I barely have to open them to know what they say: 'Lorraine needs to stop being so social'. I yakked. A lot. Mostly I was a 'delight' to have in the classroom (sometimes I was a 'pleasure'), mostly because I always offered to help clean up after class so I wouldn't have to be chased home by Vicki P. What can I say; she was mean.
Over on Slate, Paul Lukas has been doing a very cool series on a bunch of old records he found. Today's entry is amazing; read the work report he found on Doris Abravaya. I could feel the sad leaking through the page. But keep reading. If you ever need to be reminded that we are not a snapshot in our history, this is it.
I meet people who believe that age is not on their side, or their job, their relationships, or their education. They think there is some magic button they've been unable to find that will make them happy or fulfilled. Nope. The only thing you can do is change the stuff about yourself you don't like, and hope it doesn't piss off too many people you care about. But this Slate piece also reminded me to be careful with the words we tell our kids...too often we become what we're told we are, instead of who we were truly meant to be.
Thanks for the reminder, Doris.