Bring your teacher to work day
In high school, I never thought I would be as embarrassed to be seen with a middle-aged white guy than my dad at junior orientation because I was younger than everyone else and couldn’t drive myself there.
Little did I know, more horrifying than parent-teacher conferences and more embarrassing than holding an adult’s hand when crossing the street is your teacher coming to visit your boss.
Unlike kindergarten, when the thrill of letting your parent (Lindsey’s biggest fan!!) meet your teacher (she teaches me songs!!) was almost like meeting Aladdin at a Disney theme park, letting your teacher meet your boss and having to sit in on the occasion is… unfortunate to say the least.
And awkward.
The worst of it was the picture taking ordeal. Just like with my first grade macaroni art, I held my front-page story up in front up me with a picture. Unlike elementary school, however, my smile was out of the humiliated laughter of defeat instead of the proud toothless grin of masterpiece.
Things I have learned:
-My dad really wasn’t that embarrassing afterall.
Answers I still seek:
-Why?
Withstanding coworkers giggles,
Lindsey
