You've Got Read Mail [journal] I like how my parents read my mail before I do. It's one of those treasured joys of living at home. This time it was my marks at school. The first time my dad mentions it to me, of course, it isn't to compliment, but to ask why or how: "So how come only A s and no A pluses?"
"I got all A s, A s are the highest you can get. I got the equivalent of a 4.0." Maybe he'll say "Good work" now right? Wrong.
"So with those marks you're gonna do your Ph.D right?"
I've come to learn that my dad doesn't compliment me even though he's proud. It'd be nice to hear it, but ultimately I'd rather have him feel it and not say it than say it and not mean it.
On a related note, when I went to pick up my assignments at the school office I came by that Spanish girl's (the girl that I was supposed to go out with but didn't) essays and saw her marks. If you think looking at her marks was an unmoral thing to do
click here. It filled me with petty glee to see that she only got an A- and a B+.
