San Diego Poetry Guild

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Everything I Needed to Know

I'm facing an "exam" tomorrow, but it's a done deal, foregone.

I tried to explain this to my six-year-old. She said, "Don't worry, Dad. If you get a bad grade, we'll still love you."

"No," I said. "I've already passed -- it's kind of weird, I know, but no grades, bad or otherwise."

"Okay," she said. "But don't worry, we'll still love you if you get a bad grade."

Public school, I'm convinced, makes us all unreasonable.


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