One of the last times my parents moved, they sent me this big box they had of papers from my childhood. One of the ones that fascinated me was dated from when

One of the last times my parents moved, they sent me this big box they had of papers from my childhood. One of the ones that fascinated me was dated from when I was in 2nd grade. It was a big printout with rows and columns. Some of them contained numbers, but most of them just said "PHS." It was an oddly folded poster-size thing, and once I finally got it open, I found out the numbers were grade levels, and "PHS" stood for "Post High School." I had been 8 when I sat for this test. My parents had staunchly refused to accelerate my education. And they continued to refuse for ten. more. years. I might recommend that parents not send their children proof if they went out of their way to stymie them.