On Friday, June 19, our younger son graduated from high school. As I listened to the various speakers and the roll call, I thought back to my own high school graduation in 1966 from a Catholic high school in Rochester, New York. Many thoughts came to me during our son’s two-hour ceremony.
I was angry and disappointed that I was not selected as valedictorian. The school had consistently manipulated and changed grading rules to give the advantage to my rival, who actually was a lifelong friend of mine. They did so because he had gone well beyond any other student, including me, in supporting the school and his classmates, and deserved the award as the award criteria should have been designed. However, the school had locked itself into a set of rules in which the valedictorian was the person with the highest grades.