i remember being home from school with a fever. less than 6th grade,prob 4th/5th. The teacher would send your homework home to in a folder through your classmates back then (early 1980s).
So normally, the doorbell would ring right around 3:30pm and my Dear SAHM would get the folder from the kid at the door and would bring it to me. Chile, one day, my dad (a principal at another school district) was home early from work and when the kid rang the doorbell, he opened the door and said, 'NjHairLuv is upstairs in her room. Go 'head up there and tell her what the daily school lesson was
I am in the dam bed, in a granny/little kid nightgown made with the high ruffled collar, fevered, dehydrated and hallucinating and thinking, no the eff he didnt - I must not have heard Dad right. This man did not send some random child to walk in and go to my room. Please stop him
Then i see a lil azz that i didnt barely even know walking up the stairs slowly with the folder in hand. I dont rememeber what happened next, I think I sat up, said 'thank you, see you at school', but I was sooo embarrassed that some kid i wasnt even cool with was up in my room when i was one step away from being on my deathbed. I was to sick to cry, but whining like, 'maaaaa why would he doooo thattttt?????' Dad was like, "well did she give you your daily lesson? Ok then, be glad and go take out your 'tablet' and do ya daily lesson (tablet meant notebook/black & white marbled composition notebook back then).
gotta love the ole school dads!
Edited by NJHairLuv - Jan 26 2014 at 12:00am