Dear Mrs. Ford,

You remember me, don’t you? From last year’s Art 1 class? Surely you do. I was the short, skinny blonde freshman, sat in the back, never said a word? Yeah, that’s me. Now do you remember?

Then you’ll also remember that I was not, nor am I now, an artist. But oh, God, I tried hard. I really did. I’m just not wired for art. But you said you graded on effort, so, if that was true, I would’ve made a 100 A+ in your class.

But I didn’t, did I Mrs. Ford? No, I made an 89. To some, that may not be the end of the world, but to me it was. I am a straight A, honor roll kid. I missed it by .2.

So I came to talk to you. Remember? I asked if there was ANYTHING I could do to make up that extra 2 tenths of a point. But you said, quote, “there was nothing you could do.”

That, Mrs. Ford, is a load of crap. You are why my transcript has all As, save for that one glaring B.

You Mrs. Ford, ruined my GPA. It is a 3.75. Not a 4.0 like it would’ve been.

Thanks.

Best wishes,
Paige