D’s

First of all there’s me, Dee.

I was devastated to get my first D on a quarterly report card, for marksmanship. I nearly failed gym in 9th grade but turned it around. We had to aim a bb gun at a box filled with paper with a target taped on the front. I missed the target, and the box. So I became friends with the womens’ basketball team and after standing in the back and letting a dodge ball run over my foot to get out, they had me the little one, at the line getting balls so we could win killer dodge ball. If it your head and you could still function, you were still in. The gals covered me and we won every time. No, I was never hit in the head because these JV gals were great!

So after killer dodge ball and track and field and gymnastics, I went to college to get my only other D in American Evangelical Tradition. We had to take two philosophy courses and two religion courses. I wanted to take an arts class but was shifted into D for Dalton’s class, where he told us we’d have to do graduate-level work (I was 18) to pass.

Yes, you know the rebellious Dee had to surface sometime. I knew I was going to get a D and my Dad had told me that if I got a D he’d take me out of college. So after learning about snake-handlers and shakers I wrote my 20-page thesis on Billy Graham’s financial practices.

I got a D, and went home with all my stuff to the inevitable. Told Dad I got a D. He asked “In what?” I said “American Evangelical Tradition.” His response, “It’s only religion! I meant a D average.” After that I made Dean’s list every semester.

There’s more history of D’s fights and conquests, all rated G but we won’t visit these now.