Post by Jenny
Schools everywhere are sending kids off to summer break with a pat on the back and a report card in hand. I was a very grade-oriented student and wanted to get A’s whenever possible. Usually, I did. But it has been years since anyone gave me a report card, and I can’t help but wonder what kinds of grades I’d be pulling in these days. In keeping with the evaluative end-of-the-school-year spirit, I did a report card for myself.
I’ve broken up my writer’s life into the following courses:
English 101: A – My grammar, spelling, and composition are pretty good…at least by today’s standards.
Creative Writing: B- – I didn’t accomplish all of what I hoped to, but does anyone? (That’s a rhetorical question, so if you did, congratulations! But feel free to keep it smugly to yourself.)
Blogging: B – This is an average of two grades—an A for keeping up with my own blogging projects, and a C for visiting and commenting on other blogs.
NCW: B—I didn’t attend many classes or coffees, but I helped with a few studio events and the conference.
Querying: C- – This is also an average grade. I give myself an A- for first semester and a D- for second semester. (It should be an F, but I earned extra credit by cleaning chalkboard erasers...or whatever the equivalent is for smart boards.)
Social Media: C – I feel rather the same way about it as I did about algebra: it doesn’t come naturally to me, it takes up too much time, and am I ever going to use it in the “real world?” So I do just enough to get by.
Because a writer’s life is not only about writing, I’ve graded myself on these additional subjects:
Laundry: A – No one had to leave the house in paper-towel underwear, and that’s good enough for me.
Errands: C – My lack of efficiency cost me here. (Darn you, Target!)
Exercise: B – I’m pretty consistent about it. Except when I’m not.
General mothering: A- – I never sent my boys to school with Pop-Tarts for lunch (though they wouldn’t have complained), I helped with homework, I volunteered, I went on field trips, and I did, to the best of my ability, the hundred other little things moms do on a daily basis.
Wifery (How come midwifery is a word but wifery isn’t?): I guess my husband should grade me on this, but let me get him a bowl of ice cream first.
All in all, I passed, but there’s room for improvement. How did your writer’s report card turn out?