In preparing for a big move I’m going through many old boxes. So if you notice odd posts lately, that’s why. Lots of old stuff I’m posting up….I don’t know….just because I can.
This is my second grade progress report. I attended Sherwood Forest Elementary in Bellevue, WA. My teacher, Ms. Rhyne, noted “Conrad’s participation in music is rather passive.” This seemed odd to me since I remember being intoxicated with music at my earliest memories around age 5.
So I asked my Mother about it and she started to giggle. She remembers that report card and at the time had asked me about it. She says my reponse was, “Oh, those kids sing so out of tune I can’t bear to listen to it. I refuse to sing with them.”
This should be funny to those that know me. I’m still very much the same today when it comes to intonation, but hopefully a hair more politically correct and gentle. As I go through all these papers from my grade school years I’m struck with the thought: “Do we really change as we grow older?”. All my early writings give every indication of who I am today – for better or for worse.