New Year, Same Old Bugaboo


Years ago, I found my third-grade report card. In the comments section on the back, my teacher wrote: Talking in class and keeping her desk neat are Stacy’s two bugaboos. I felt that the teacher informed my parents of my weaknesses in a very polite, sweet way. Under my teacher’s comment, my mother responded in her typical no-nonsense way: There will be improvements or I want to know. (Cue ominous sounding music.)  

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