I clutched that small square of paper in my small hand tightly. The big red 'F' glared back at me. My eyes were blurry; filling with water then overflowing with tears. I had never failed anything in my whole entire life. For a seven-year-old this was a huge deal and I thought for sure it meant that I was going to be in big trouble, held back or even kicked out of school. I sobbed into my teachers shoulders so confused, still seeing that big red 'F'.
I'm over at Peanut Butter in my Hair on Chicago Parent today with a little throwback, talking about my first F...it's probably not what you think. Join me over there?
Bonus, there's a picture of me at age 8...you know in the dark ages (also known as the 80's)