In my first year of high school, I was not the best of students. I met a boy and would skip school and engage in inappropriate behavior (nope, no details). My friends and I would take off. In fact, my very last term my sophomore year, I ended up flunking two classes. My parents never saw that report card - that boy that I had become so very close to had joined the army - I mailed that report card to him and asked him to destroy it. Had my dad seen that report card, I probably would have been strung up, flogged, caned or any other terrible tortures. Funny thing, my mom and dad never did ask where that report card was. Trocadero Gardens across the Seine from the Eiffel Tower I got a little more serious in my junior year. Started making a plan for my future. I became very interested in business education classes and put all my extra energies there. I was a fast typist, loved doing 10-key, took business law, was great at shorthan...
The ramblings of a middle aged woman who loves being a wife, a mother and a grandmother