I have a pile of "Perfect Attendance" awards and I hate them.
Every single year from kindergarten through 11th grade, I received an award at the end-of-the-year presentations. They all look about these same: printed on thick paper with curly-but-still-readable font, a nice blue border, and my name printed below the words "Perfect Attendance." I still have them in a box somewhere. I loved getting those awards every year because it validated that, by simply showing up, I was achieving. Not achieving something specific, but achieving. Being physically present every day and having a teacher mark that I was sitting at my desk meant that I had done something worthy of commendation during an awards ceremony. Those awards were also a little confusing to me. Why wouldn't I be at school every day? The sniffles don't mean you stay home. A headache doesn't mean you take a break. In high school, I went to school with a pack of tissues and a nasty cough. I went to band practice with fevers and headaches. Just to be clear, my parents ne...