Dad was at the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame recently – it was terrible. There was none of the spirit of the music. But there were a few cool things there, like John Lennon’s report card from the summer of 1953, which included the following:
French: childish and a chatterbox – he must discipline himself
Math: I feel sure that this is not his best
Latin: Very good work!
Master’s Report: When he can learn to control himself he will make some progress
Reading something like that, Dad thinks about a poem by W. Szymborska, which is about looking at a picture of Hitler as a baby and wondering what he will be when he grows up. This is what educational types call “assessment.”
By the way, did anyone else have a problem hearing parts of the Lennonyc documentary last night?