Vampire High

Son, the fact that I am a lawyer does not make me a complete idiot.

"And what's this?" said Dad. "A special note from the principal? Yes. 'Your son has shown the intellectual development of an illiterate hurdy-gurdy grinder and the attention span of his monkey. It is impossible to evaluate his work as he has not done any. He is lazy, sly, and generally useless. I confidently predict he will be spending the rest of his life in ninth grade. I only hope it will be at some other school. Go back to California.'"

Dad frowned. "Perhaps you'd like to see his grades?" He held out my last two report cards.

"Not necessary," Mr. Horvath said.

"I'm afraid his grades aren't very good," Dad said, sort of waving the cards at him.

"It is not how we begin but how we end that matters," Mr. Horvath said. "Many students come to us with low grades. None leave with them."