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Report Cards March 20, 2009

Filed under: Family — matildebonaparte @ 2:09 am
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I remember when I was in school I lived for report cards. That written verfication that I was smarter than most. Proof that I had value even though I wasn’t very pretty.

A~ called tonight and left a message for Peter that N~ brought home his report card and that he had done better this time than last and last time he did really well. He really seems to be taking to school. This makes his Nonna a very proud Nonna indeed.

I wish they gave report cards at work.


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