My Dad always shook his head at my report cards in junior HS and HS, muttering "why do you want to work so hard?". He could not understand why anyone would not be satisfied with Cs - after all, even a D was a passing grade. He cared much more about athletic success and how pretty my dates were than about any grades I ever received. Of course, he refused to pay for NU, saying, "all college educations are the same" and wondering why I had to be so "uppity". He was a wonderful, tender, and loving man, but he hated "putting on airs" and academic pretensions. It seems like a different world.