report card, 1973
My mom recently found a folder containing all my student report cards, from junior kindergarten through college. The early marks were good, though I was apparently a little reserved (one comment in the margin from my kindergarten teacher: "Not as pokey as he used to be.") What's noticeable (and disappointing) is a drop in the grades, beginning in mid-junior high and only picking up again during my sophomore year in college. What was I doing with my time, if not studying?
I'm preparing to teach my first ever class, for junior-level photography majors at the Milwaukee Institute of Art & Design. I'm really excited and nervous, and plan to write about the experience here. No time to be pokey. Stay tuned.