Not sure how I've arrived at this juncture in my life. Matilda goes to a very, very large middle school. One of two in the district. They are getting a new principal next year and are conducting interviews with the applicants this week that parents and students are encouraged to attend.
Matilda and my wife and I have been asked to be on the committee to help select the new principal. Matilda is one of three students in the school on the committee and we're one of nine parents. Well, only one of us is going to be on the committee, but it was left up to us to choose. I think my wife will be doing it. But this is clearly an honor.
Matilda I understand. She's a straight A student, is on just about every extracurricular club and committee there is. She's an honors student, in the gifted program, wins awards, plays in the orchestra, is part of their closed-circuit TV station and is in the gifted program.
My wife? Well, she gave birth to Matilda, so she obviously had a hand in her brilliance. Though I must say that they asked for Mr. O'Brien on the phone. So there.
Me? I didn't contribute any genes here, so I can't take genetic responsibility for her smarts. I've been in her life since she was two, so there is the nature versus nurture argument but...
I'm the guy who used to dress up her Ken doll in a doctor's coat, play "Pick Up The Pieces" by Average White Band and have him dance around and hit on all the Barbies, calling himself Dr. Supafly.
There must be a mistake...
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