Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


Do as I say, not as I do

I got my college transcript to submit to the school district (yeah, I'm stupid - I put in to be a substitute teacher this fall). So, it is comical to see my grades. I'm not sure how I graduated.

But, some of these grades should be telling:

I got As in volleyball, introduction to mass communications (Travels with Gould), and social problems. Yep, that is all. Three As. (that doesn't include the community/junior college classes).


I got Bs in beginning reporting/writing, softball, practicum in audio production (I was partnered with one of the hottest guys on campus; of course he later bedded one of my roomies *sigh*), Lariat (the school newspaper) reporting, American constitutional development (second time around), juvenile delinquency, criminology, public relations writing, bowling, death and dying.

Hmm. So, we can see what I'm good at.

As we slide down the scale of acceptable grades, here are all my Cs:
New Testament survey; American, state and local government; introduction to electronics, film, media; general physics (Packard physics); American Literature masterpieces; Old Testament survey; English literature before Burns, elementary German; teachers, school and society; thinking, writing and research; editing; advertising procedures; advanced reporting and writing; legislative process and behavior; marriage and the family (this is telling); biology; law and ethics of journalism; public affairs reporting; and Spanish.

I had a saying to my parents in college that "D means diploma" because as long as most of my grades were above a 2.0, I could graduate. So, the Ds were the classes that I just couldn't get motivated about like psychology; Spanish II; American constitutional development (that was the first time through, replaced it with a B); German II; fundamentals of international politics (yeah, try teaching that to a 20-year-old girl who is more concerned about her hair); thinking and writing (bite me, AoD, I know what you're thinking); American History to 1877 (they made me remember too much stuff); algebra; American History to 1877 (was not better the second time around).


But, I muddled through and have a degree ... even if I have learned more in the "real world" than I ever did in college. It was a good four years.

I have to NOT let my children know how I did in college. This blog post will self-destruct in 10 seconds.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, *shield your eyes*, 2, 1, BOOM!


  • At 12:38 AM, August 11, 2008, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I can't believe you got a B in softball!! (let alone bowling...did you go to the class?)
    I played on your team and your Dad was the Coach! Hhmmph, I've even bragged about his coaching techniques. (Remember the ball on the rope?) Have you seen the expensive thing they swing at the batters now? Your Dad should have gotten a patent. dion


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