Just like every time I go to my cottage and when I have some time to "dig" through some of the boxes in which I have placed some of the important trinkets from my life, I find some object that reminds me of my childhood, my youth, mischief, but also reminds me of how, by what decisions and what actions, I became the person I am today.
Today is Thursday, I'm writing about memories, so the post goes #TBT, but there are elements in this story for many more Hive communities.
I hope that the story will find its way to them too, because this story, in addition to telling how my #Reflection mindset crystallized in my life, will pull items from my oldest collection out of "mothballs" 🙂 for #Hivecollectors
It was 1988.
Me in the 6th grade of school. End of the first semester.
The class teacher calls for a parents' meeting, and my parents, torn between their jobs, cannot make it to the meeting.
They are sorry, they say, they will see my grades in the school report card, and they don't worry about my behavior because they know that I am a nice and well-behaved child, who doesn't cause any problems and has good grades.
The topic of the meeting was really about our behavior, that is, about the behavior of individual students. At that meeting, parents received information about their children's grades from the class teacher.
Was that what made me happy? My parents won't see my (bad) grades. Maybe it's to rejoice?
But I was sorry that my parents weren't there and didn't have an insight into my grades. A very good result (4 out of 5) satisfied them, but I promised myself, for the sake of my parents, that I will keep my personal diary, in which I will write down every grade, every + or - that I get, I will write down every absence, justified or unjustified, every reprimand.
I will write everything the teacher writes next to my name in the school diary.
I found a notebook and wrote my grades in it, as well as some other details, which I will write about another time.
That way, even if they don't have time to go to parent-teacher conferences, my parents will have an insight into my school grades, warnings and absences.
In the years that followed, until I started university, in this "diary", I wrote down all the best and also the weakest grades I received.
They didn't doubt me. How could anyone doubt a kid who looked like this at the age of 12 🙂
But already at the end of my 6th grade, they compared the grades from the school diary with the grades in my personal diary.
Every minus was there!
That's how I gained the trust of my parents, and I instilled in myself the desire to write in this notebook the best grades I can deserve.
After high school, there were a few struggles, for one semester I was not enough (grade 1 out of 5), but when I got to grips with the subjects in the second year, learned how to study, everything started much better.
The excellent success gave me the wind at my back to continue my education and enroll in the schools I wanted to attend.
The diligence that I began to cultivate in myself then, as a 6th grade student (persistent, unchanging in my attitudes) and precise, accurate and meticulous, has remained as my characteristic to this day.
I am glad that I could share these memories with you, which confirm to me today how I behaved 35 years ago, remind me of the way to acquire character and traits, and clearly show me why I am still honest today and without hidden thoughts and intentions.
