In high school, I had both my parents as teachers.
Sounds like ready-made trauma, right?
But, you see, when you grow up knowing that a. your parents are teachers and that b. if you take certain classes you'll have them as teachers (because they are the only people who teach that subject) then it really isn't much of a surprise. I mean, by the time I finally got to their classrooms, I'd known it was coming for over a decade.
So, you know, I did have a little time to prepare.
I didn't call them Mom or Dad in class (because, ewww!) and they treated me just like they would any other student (they'd had time to get ready for it too, after all) And that was that.
Now, if you want to talk about my mother telling me I didn't need to take typing because "it wouldn't be that useful," well--that's another post altogether :-)
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I understand not calling them Mom and Dad in class, but did you call them Mr. and Mrs. Scott?
I never learned to type and to this day I only use five fingers: two on my left hand and three on my right.
Well, since Scott wasn't my last name back then (not married quite that young :-), I didn't call them that, but I did indeed call them Mr. and Mrs. My Old Last Name
I can't believe how many books you've written (and so fast!) given that you never learned to type--WOW!!!
My mom is a teacher but I never had her for my own. That would be weird! :)
Wow, that would be wild to have your parents as teachers. Both my parents are nurses so I was just always getting sent to school because they didn't think I was sick enough to stay home. Lame!
Wow, not sure I could've coped with both parents teaching me! I wasn't well bahaved in school, and had trouble buttoning my mouth when there was something I wanted to say.....
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