I know this is the second blog today but I just had a really great evening and wanted to share it. Also goes to show that life is made up of ups and downs, variety is the spice of life and all that. Anyway, one of the things I am most grateful to my parents for (I am grateful for a lot of things) is their peculiar habit of saving scraps of paper, letters, bits of work, drawings etc from throughout our childhood and filing them away in a huge metal cabinet. On Tuesday evening my sister and I dug out several of these files (for research purposes, I may or may not be writing...) and the results were hysterical.
All my school reports are in there, dating back from my very first primary school assessment. Weirdly, and for reasons I clearly cannot fathom, sentences such as “Emily sometimes talks too much” crop up rather frequently and throughout all my scholastic years. One of my favourite comments is actually on my year 7 report (I was 12 at the time) which says rather succinctly “Emily can sometimes try to take charge of a situation even when it is inappropriate for her to do so.” Slander, I am telling you.
In my middle school, there was a small box on the back where the pupil was encouraged to write a short self assessment of their academic progress so far. I appear not to have got the hang of that as aged 10 my progress report reads “I am kind (mostly!) and quite pretty”. Obviously no self esteem issues there then.
In all seriousness though going back through these files is a much treasured trip down memory lane, frequented with cries of “oh I had forgotten that” and “oh my goodness how old was I there!?” etc. I would strongly urge any parents out there to create these little folders (or memory boxes as I know some call them) as they are truly invaluable to go back through years later. This file also holds the answer as to how happy I was as a child, with the following sentence on yet another school report. “I am a friendly person and I have a happy life. I want to go on doing my best at everything.” Clearly my parents did something right then.