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Reagan in the fifth grade

So last week Mel and I went to meet reagans teacher. We were prepared
for a very different type of conversation than we had with ians
teacher a short bit ago.

We were greeted with Reagans report card: all a's except for a b plus
in gym (which her soccer coach says is ok, cause he bumped her grade
up to an A). So what to we talk about with the teacher?

We to through this every year. We are allotted so much time and the
teachers feel the need to use it all to tell us how great Reagan is.
Like we don't know.

We've learned to ask social questions and what other work she can do.
Her teacher told a story about a boy who Hurt reagans feelings(yeah I
am not the only one)and refused to apologize. Apparently, Reagan
talks a lot to this teacher. I never talked to my teachers, so she is
probably on the right track. Mel assures me that is what girls do.
Ok.

Her science teacher says next year Reagan should join the robotic
competition the school enters. She says Reagan had a very unique
problem solving skills and thinks she would excel in competition.
Obviously she gets that from me.

I am typing this out on my iPod so sorry for the misspellings.

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