I’ve told you all about my father– his requirements of a presentation detailing why I should be able to take an internship across the country, his lecturing and his need for my success. But in the spirit of Father’s Day, I decided it’s time to share with you some stories of how special/embarrassing he really is.
Growing up, I was the epitome of “problem child.” I lied, snuck off to meet boys, and ditched class like school was nothing but a silly chore. My dad’s a professor so you can only imagine how frustrated he was with me all the time.
He hired countless tutors in hopes that my failures in science and math (his strengths) would somehow evolve into victory. Unfortunately, for him: no such luck.