Clubs come in many forms. From what cavemen used to bring home dinner to social networks before the internet. As a high school graduate I joined the Top 70 Club.
Not 4-H. Not Future Farmers. Not Band or Glee Club or French Club.
Top 70 Club. Graduates.
My wife’s high school graduation class numbered well over 600 students. As the quintessential little engine that could, my wife made it to the Top 100.
I didn’t mind comparing her high school accomplishments with my own.
I was in the top 70 of my class; an accomplishment that befuddled more than a few teachers who had predicted a different outcome. Lower on the list. Maybe even a different list.
Personally, I was impressed. She, too, was impressed with my college record; Magna cum laude. I was impressed, too, considering my high school record.
Number 70. Out of 72 graduates. My teachers were impressed that I made the list. Thank you, Shop class and Driver’s Ed.
Still top 70, though.