The Evil Spawn has finally arrived in 4th grade.
It’s her Senior year of elementary school.
Things are about to get “very interesting” (my first and only Arte Johnson reference).
When parents think about his or her child’s class, they have a tendency to focus on the teacher (when I think they should focus on the group of kids… far more important… but that’s another blog).
Some families want the nice teacher.
Some want the mean teacher.
Some want the teacher who loves technology.
Some want the teacher who puts on skits that the parents get to take off work so they can attend (ugh).
Some want the teacher older siblings had.
Me? I always hope the Evil Spawn is promoted to the next grade so she gets a new teacher.
This year, I got lucky.
The Spawn got promoted! I don’t mean to brag, but that’s 5 years in a row! The streak continues!
That’s the good news.
The bad news is she has been placed in my wife’s class.
Yes, the Tech Queen and the Evil Spawn are combining forces.
This can’t be good. For me.
It’s a lot of pressure to have your kid in your spouse’s class.
My wife is about to find out what I’ve always known.
The Evil Spawn is made up of half of me.
Not good at all.
The quips. The sarcasm. The constant references to “comedy gold”.
This isn’t going to end well.
My wife is going to see what I’ve created.
It’s going to make for one long Parent-Teacher Conference.
I could be a failure as a father and a husband… all within 20 minutes (which would break my old record by 14 seconds).
I will no doubt spend the entire meeting sweating, looking at my watch, and cursing the day my daughter didn’t get held back.