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A CONFLUENCE OF DAYS, WEEKS AND YEARS

by Jonathan Vold

Thursday, November 17

Moleskin 5.8: Brag River

...and an honor roll. To this point I had been a good student, even standout if anyone noticed, but my first report card at Lincoln put me in the top ten percent. The sixth grade system did not hand out the usual A, B, C, D letters and there was no honor role, but in seventh grade, for whatever reason —more students, more serious academics, more trust in our maturity? —we were graded for all to see. And I was proud to find my name on the list, posted prominently on the school’s hallway bulletin board, guarded by glass and enhanced with cabinet lighting: here was the fruit of my labors, a quiet brag to my peers, something to write to my dad about and something to put a smile on the face of my mother —maybe even something for my stepdad to notice.

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