So, every year we host the parents one night to run through their kid's schedule and meet their teachers. The following day, I was checking in with my juniors about what kind of report they got about me from their parents when one junior (JW) told me about the following conversation between her and her mom:
Mom: "Well, I'm so glad you're the youngest and last child!"
Student: "Why?"
Mom: "I don't think I could bear to hear Mr. Rideout's How-I-Quit-Carnegie-Mellon-to-go-make-wine-in-France story one more time!"
Apparently I had taught both of her older brothers a few years apart several years ago.
I told her that my stories are like fine wines - they get better with age!
(I think she may have actually rolled her eyes at me when I said that - yikes! It's going to be a long year...)
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