My sister always got better grades than me in school.
That’s not a huge compliment. Saying someone got better grades than me is like saying they were more social than bigfoot. My guidance consular once took me aside and said “… look, junior high just isn’t for everyone”.
But even compared to other, non-stupid, children her grades we pretty good.
My mother would always put her tests and school papers up on the refrigerator at home. I never had much up there. She wasn’t playing favorites, I just didn’t give her much to work with. My sister’s teachers wrote stuff like “Super” and “Great Work!” on her papers. If the teacher wrote anything on my paper it usually had too many obscenities in it to display it in the kitchen.
One day they sent a note home saying I passed the head lice inspection they gave us every year. Right away my mother put it up on the refrigerator and was really proud that I finally got something from the school she could put on display.
She seemed so happy I didn’t have the heart to tell her I only passed the exam because I cheated.
