Those who have studied in schools would know that the progress report is a very important document for every student, right from the primary school. The class teacher diligently makes a record of marks obtained for each subject in the main exams - held 3 times every year. The attendance record of the student is also recorded in the progress report. And if the student does really well, the teacher adds a star mark. This is a moment of great pride for both the student and their parents. The progress report needs to be signed by one of the parents, acknowledging they have seen the marks of their son or daughter. It was one of such reports, that I brought home in Class III for review and sign by my parents. I had kept the report safely (that's what I thought) in the tea table of our drawing room at home. I then went out to play. When it was getting dark, I was asked to come back home by my parents!
That is when I had the shock my life (till that point of time). My sister who was in UKG at that time, had torn the progress report card to 16 pieces! Could it ever be assembled together? Ensuing discussion at home was how careless everyone else had been in safe keeping such an important document. It was then that a brainwave struck my grandfather, who carefully assembled the jigsaw puzzle by applying cellotape from behind the report. This eventually brought the 16 pieces together into a proper progress report that could be submitted to my class teacher the next day! When I did submit this assembled report the next day, the teacher had the shock of her life. She probably had not imagined that a report could be torn to so many pieces. I did tell her the blame must go to my sister and not me - but which teacher would believe that story of mine? I was asked to kneel down in front of my class as a punishment for the offence. I don't recall if I was given a duplicate progress report or not. But this incident is permanently etched in my memory!
This post is dedicated to my sister. Fondly remembering this incident after 35 years!
That is when I had the shock my life (till that point of time). My sister who was in UKG at that time, had torn the progress report card to 16 pieces! Could it ever be assembled together? Ensuing discussion at home was how careless everyone else had been in safe keeping such an important document. It was then that a brainwave struck my grandfather, who carefully assembled the jigsaw puzzle by applying cellotape from behind the report. This eventually brought the 16 pieces together into a proper progress report that could be submitted to my class teacher the next day! When I did submit this assembled report the next day, the teacher had the shock of her life. She probably had not imagined that a report could be torn to so many pieces. I did tell her the blame must go to my sister and not me - but which teacher would believe that story of mine? I was asked to kneel down in front of my class as a punishment for the offence. I don't recall if I was given a duplicate progress report or not. But this incident is permanently etched in my memory!
This post is dedicated to my sister. Fondly remembering this incident after 35 years!
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