Smart

I was having a pretty wretched day when I found a letter from my parents in the mailbox.

My mother’s neat cursive handwriting read:

We have been thinking about you and thought you might like to see how smart you are.

We love you
Mom & Dad

Inside the envelope was a letter.

June 21, 1985

Dear Jefferson,

I am writing to congratulate you on achieving a perfect academic record for Spring 1985. As you may know, this outstanding accomplishment qualifies you for inclusion on the Presidential Honor Roll for that term.

Your academic performance is indicative of both diligence and ability, characteristics which will serve you well in all your future endeavors.

Your perfect academic record for Spring 1985 is a source of pride for all members of the administration, faculty and staff.

Please accept my personal congratulations on qualifying for the Presidential Honor Roll. This is indeed a significant achievement.

Sincerely,

T. William DeBardeleban, Ph.D.
President

Also enclosed was a transcript from a time in my life when I knew far more than I now know about German Literature, Trigonometry and Roman Art.

Back when my future was so bright, I had to wear shades.

I sent my folks an email telling them how much I love them.

Where on earth did they keep this letter for twenty years, through four changes of address, four children, ten grandchildren and eight dogs?

I wish I knew how to get in touch with President DeBardeleban.