Right, here’s a fun thread.
In the UK, we had this weird shit called a National Record of Achievement.
I think it was supposed to help you get a job. As you can see, I took great care of mine.
Anyway, here’s the contents of mine.
First up a certificate to say I can type.
I learned to touch type in these “lessons” where they put a fucking box over our hands so we couldn’t see the keyboard.
Wild.
Next up, here’s me fucking up my A levels.
I only did graphics and music and managed to get a U in every exam.
I went from an A to a C in music because I fucked the exam so much. It was so bad, the teach bought it to use as an example of how not to do it for other students.
Finally, a grade 5 in drums which was a merit.
A “Pro Zone performance certificate” is grade 8 without the rudiments because I hated those.
Grade 8 was hard as fuck so I just scraped it.