Rite of Passage

Elder is approaching the end of his first year at Mizzou. And, of course, I’m counting the days until he is home.

Seven, in case you’re wondering.

A few minutes ago, I received a text from him explaining that he only had to answer five out of thirty-five questions right to maintain an “A” in one of his classes.

And I smiled. Because I remember those days. The days before finals where every student is calculating the points needed to receive the desired grade.

It’s almost a rite of passage.

I came, I studied — some, I calculated the worst score I could possibly manage and still receive a passing grade, I conquered freshman year.

Ahhh, the memories.



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