My sister’s bad report

Back in the 1950s, we used to catch the bus to and from school. On this particular day I’m recalling, there were decidedly mixed feelings amongst the many youngsters on that bus.

There was mostly elation, because it was the start of the long, summer holidays. But some of us couldn’t think about that too much yet – because in our satchels, we were carrying home our school reports.

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