Before math classes started for the day she handed out pieces of paper. On the top she had written.
- 100 = yellow
- 90's = red
- 80's = pink
- 70's = green
- Below 70 = brown or black
I usually got a hundred percent, and I envisioned my piece of paper filled with sweetcorn, yellow beans, and if I was lucky enough to get there before someone else took it, maybe a yellow rose or two.
I didn't particularly care for the color yellow to begin with, so I came to the perfect solution. I would simply have to get some wrong every time and hopefully be able to have my grade fall in the 80's and be able to fill my piece of paper with pink flowers.
I got a few reds to begin with until I learned I need to get more answers wrong in order to get my desired pink. Somehow it didn't register that good grades were more desirable than pink pictures.
I got quite a few pinks until the day when I miscalculated and had too many wrong and got a much dreaded brown picture.
When report card time rolled around Daddy and Mom noticed the significant drop in my math grades and finally found out what I was doing.
From that day forward my papers no longer looked pretty. It was just as I had feared. Pictures of sweet corn were the main thing on them.