Dear Terrence,

To see your excitement when you got your report card this afternoon was one of those moments that makes all the silliness I have to put up with as a teacher worth it. You're the type of kid who is simply used to having an F or two on your report card. The question for you, I think, has always been how many. And so when I told you "Not a single F" as I handed the report card to you, I would have loved to capture your expression. We could use it as a visual illustration of "pride."

Next goal: honor roll.

Smiling with you,
Your Teacher

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