Sweet Valley High
The twins’ school sends out a daily grade report so you can always see their grade on each assignment as well as the overall grade in the class. Once upon a time, I looked forward to report card days because I had no clue how they were doing in class. But now report cards are somewhat meaningless because I’ve been getting daily spoilers through the whole marking period.
I guess it’s a good idea if your child is likely to not hand in homework. But the numbers and letters feel a lot like site stats, another thing I don’t like to check more than four times per year. I want a general sense of how things are going, but the focus on concrete numbers makes me feel anxious.
When I was in middle school, my dad promised to buy me the entire Sweet Valley High series if I could get straight As. If I couldn’t, I could get the books one at a time with my own babysitting money or wait for birthdays. Oh, and by the way, I couldn’t. So I never got the series delivered to me in a giant stack.
I was telling the twins this, wondering if my dad would still buy me the Sweet Valley High series if my kids’ got straight As. Was the offer still valid if fulfilled by the next generation?
“What is Sweet Valley High?” the ChickieNob asked.
What is Sweet Valley High? Are you kidding me? It is THE guide to how to behave in high school. What if you suddenly became as rich as Bruce Patman or Lila Fowler? You would know that you’re supposed to sneer at nerds and drive a fast car. What if someone offered you drugs? DID YOU LEARN NOTHING FROM REGINA MORROW’S HEART ATTACK? What if your best friend’s boyfriend just got his pilot license and says, “Hey, want to go on my first solo flight?” The answer is no.
Everything I needed to know about high school I learned from that series. Was it garbage? Yes. Yes, it was definitely garbage. But it was my garbage, and I loved it so much. I still buy copies if I see them at used bookstores.
Did anyone else read Sweet Valley High?