An author I like is working on a project in which he’s writing about what happened on one day–December 28, 1986. I got an invite on Facebook and figured that since I’m home, I may as well see if I have anything specific to that day.
I was in third grade at Coles Elementary in Scotch Plains, New Jersey. We would move to Ridgefield, Connecticut, the next August, but I don’t know that I knew that at the time. I think not; I feel like Dad moved up to Connecticut in March or so. I dug through my school records and found my third grade papers, including a report I did on the town of Scotch Plains. I remember doing that all too vividly. We took a field trip and rode around town and learned stuff and took pictures. We were supposed to write up entries on a certain number of places and make a nice little booklet (that included the instructions for the assignment).
So I went on the bus trip. And took some pictures. And then…did nothing. For a long time. Until the night before the assignment was due.
At which point I threw something together. It fit the assignment. I had a couple pictures on the cover and enough write-ups for the requirement.
And I got a check. My teacher noted that it was good…but I didn’t include pictures of everywhere I wrote about. Even though that wasn’t in the requirement list. That I included with the assignment. So no check plus for me.
And yes. I am still upset.