Good morning! Can you believe it’s Friday? Soak it ALL in because they won’t let you come back to work for 60 hours after this afternoon. I LOVE IT!
Last night was so fun for me. It was our kids’ Meet the Teachers Night (high school) and always great fun. As always, Kristin and I were given strict orders by my daughter to not ask any teachers questions and to absolutely not talk to them in general. Let me rephrase that, I was given the strict orders. If this were a Greek tragedy, I would be a stock character with a sign around my neck that read EMBARRASSMENT.
Anyways, the school does a great job. We go through the same day as the kids only it’s from 7-9:35p and we spend 10 minutes instead of whatever they spend. 5 minute breaks between classes. After a bunch of years in the same system you make a lot of friends and it’s always good to see them. As many of you may know, September of senior year for high schoolers and their parents appears to be a rich time to get people when they’re a little ‘nervy’.
I would pick a crowded hallway and use my outdoor voice. “Excuse me, excuse me I’m Ally Sabgir’s dad. Could you tell me where to find BioNuclear Calculus 6?” Then, during the break, I would find a seat in the crowded hallway next to my wife, put my left arm around her and whisper in her right ear, “Do you wanna make out?”
(“I’m sorry, Dr. Sabgir. Is this the medical newsletter you put out on Friday mornings?)
She couldn’t react because the school was too crowded.
“You better decide fast Krissy, because we only have 3 minutes before History”
Ding, ding
“Excuse me, excuse me could you help me find a room? My daughter Ally Sabgir is taking a class called The Subtleties of 14th Century Hungarian Metaphysics. You know, the one for those directly accepted into the FBI?”
“No? Okay, maybe my wife knows where it is. Thank you.”
You can come up with a lot of ideas when you want to get home to write a newsletter
