Today i pick Chloe up from her reading class, the teacher bring her our and told me, she do really well, she read 5 books in half an hour. I am looking at Chloe and she gave me a big smile and chewing her “smart candy”. I felt really great, because this kind of thing never happen to me before, i mean, i hate school and my grade are offen barely meet the base line. I don’t think and can’t remember ever any teacher had come up to me and say “you do well”. Today, im happy because my daughter had done something i did not achieve (which means bad DNA did not get to her).