Part 6 - the end
This is the sixth and final installment of a short story/memoir from high school in the 1960s. For parts 1-5, see my last five days' blogs. Enjoy!
I’ll say this for old Mr. Krause; he didn’t fudge on grades. The students who knew the answers passed the tests. At the end of the semester there were five A’s in the class. Kitty breezed to hers with her usual aplomb. I worked like a dog for mine.
Not long afterwards, bras were burning, women were marching, and teachers like Mr. Krause were retiring. An awakening started for me on that September morning, when I began to understand conformity is not always essential. Maybe that’s the basis of the discipline of mechanical engineering. Anyway, that’s what I remember from high school physics.
I’ll say this for old Mr. Krause; he didn’t fudge on grades. The students who knew the answers passed the tests. At the end of the semester there were five A’s in the class. Kitty breezed to hers with her usual aplomb. I worked like a dog for mine.
Not long afterwards, bras were burning, women were marching, and teachers like Mr. Krause were retiring. An awakening started for me on that September morning, when I began to understand conformity is not always essential. Maybe that’s the basis of the discipline of mechanical engineering. Anyway, that’s what I remember from high school physics.
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