Mine were decent. Although, most of my grades I don’t remember at all. What I do remember is the relationships I had with some of my teachers, lots of my friends, and, of course, the way I felt about my relationship with my parents. Now that I have a career, the grades I had in middle school and high school feel so irrelevant. But some of the relationships I had with teachers are still quite relevant and always will be.
Although I don’t know what my actual grade was in English my sophomore year, I will never forget the day my teacher pulled me aside to tell me how much she really liked a poem I had written. I felt so incredibly capable, and so smart. As a result, I wanted to keep writing!
I also recall a quiet conversation with my Spanish teacher about my failing grade. Somehow I walked away feeling like I wasn’t dumb. Nor did I feel like anyone thought I wasn’t trying hard enough. I concluded that Spanish was just hard and I was going to have to take it again to conquer it.
Then, of course, there are the friendships. Although I have no idea what name and what particular comment belong to which memory, I sure do know how I felt about the way certain kids acted around me and made me feel.
All of these were so much more important to me than grades. My grades were important, but I really didn’t need my parents harping on me if I made a B or an A on an assignment. What I wanted, and needed, was for the adults in my life to recognize and value everything in my adolescent world other than just the grades.