Gender Crisis
On the last day of fourth grade, my daughter came off the bus crying inconsolably.
“What’s the matter, Baby?”
“sob I got an F sniffle”
My daughter was then and always has been a wonderful, prideful student. She’s always gotten A’s, and would not have it any other way.
“An F? In what?” I asked.
With more sobs and sniffles, she handed over the report card. I opened it.
An A here and a B there. No F’s.
“Where’s the F, Baby?”
She took the report card from my hands, closed it and, tears still in her eyes, pointed to a spot on the front of the card.
There it was. Under her name, under her teacher’s name, and under her class room number:
“Gender – F”
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