We didn’t have an E, just F for flunked. When I went to school, it was shameful to get a C. Other students considered you slightly less likely to end up in Juvie than the one student with a D.
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Pompous. I failed courses and attended Summer school three years, when I made straight A grades in the same courses. The difference was the prejudices of the teachers during my regular semesters.
I joined the Naval Air Reserve as a Weekend Warrior early in my senior year of HS. When I completed my 6 year committment, I earned an AAS, BBA and MBA. I had a successful career in various management positions.
The big problem is not the students; it’s the teachers!
“Pompous.”
I wasn’t being pompous. We didn’t have an E grade. We had an F meaning failed. I grew up in a small, bedroom community and the competition was ridiculous to be best of the best. I failed geometry. I felt like a pariah. The pressure to get straight As was intense, and a B was a forgivable downfall, but a C had students whispering in the hall. With a D or an F, one was written off, which is why failing geometry was traumatic. My 30th high school reunion was this past week-end. I didn’t go. I can’t do the beauty pagent, who’s smarter any more.