Heather Ruth Buchanan Pack
In the fall of 1988, I registered for a Rel C 261 class. It's official name was "Family History-Genealogy."
Our entire grade was based on a single project. Completing our pedigree chart. All semester long we were supposed to collect photos, certificates, and other documents of our great grandparents and great great grandparents.
I had a problem. I didn't know who all of mine were. My Dad's line ended with his grandpa, John Buchanan. So I filled in what I could and turned it in. My grade? D+.
The very next semester I took HIST 262R, also known as Family History Research Lab. This was a much better class. My grade was either Pass or Fail. You passed based on how many hours you logged researching, not what you found. I logged lots of hours, I found nothing. I passed.
Now, I could have been discouraged and frustrated. I could have said, "I guess when it come to researching my ancestors, I'm a D+ student. I'll let someone else do that." But I didn't. I didn't give up.
Those two classes sparked a desire in me to continue looking for John Buchanan and his parents. I never stopped looking. Well, actually I did stop looking. I stopped on March 22, 2013. I stopped, because that day I found him. I didn't just find him, I found his parents, siblings, half-siblings, in-laws, nieces, nephews, cousins, grandparents, great grandparents, and so on, all the way back to the 1500s.
Do you think it's too late to ask for a grade change? After 24 years I think I deserve an A.