Last week my dad passed out for reasons yet to be determined. He hit his head on the wall and he broke his foot. He hasn't been the same since. I don't want to spend this entire blog listing all the problems he's having, but let's just say the guy in the bed right now is not my dad.
Anyone that knows my dad knows that he's the nicest guy. He is the one that taught me all of the good character traits we teach at North Side. He is also the reason I love music and trivia so much. Every time I see my dad, he has a trivia question for me and asks me who is singing a song on the radio. My dad is the reason I pay all my bills early and I know exactly how much money I have to the penny. I should have learned the lesson that if you aren't thirty minutes early you are late from my dad, but my mom canceled that one out.
One thing that I hate is missing school. With my dad in the hospital, I've already had to miss. I will probably have to miss more days in the future because things are so uncertain now. I have the best work-family you can imagine. Everybody pulled together when I had to abruptly leave, and they have all checked on me and offered to help. I wouldn't want to work in any other place. Teachers joke that it's easier to come to school sick than it is to get ready for a substitute. That is so true. When we don't have time to prepare for a sub, then that really puts us into panic mode. It's so nice to know that I can count on my friends at work to pull together and make sure my class is taken care of so I can focus on my dad. I'm so lucky, and I wouldn't want to work anywhere but District 112.