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So you got kids now and went to a Parent-Teacher conference?
Damn I'm kinda nostalgic for a school I used to go to...
I mean I kinda wanna go back to the neighborhood where I used to live in and then raise kids there... and then have a moment where I'm like: "Hey kiddo, when your dad first arrived in this country, that was the school I used to go to"... like nostalgia + being able to relate to your kids...
Cuz my parents went to school in China and they had no idea what my experiences were... like I doubt they can relate to me, cuz I can hardly relate to them...
(I remember 1st 2nd grade before I came to the US, they had meter sticks they used to hit kids with and the teacher would throw chalk at kids that looked like they weren't paying attention...)
No, I don’t have kids. A friend of mine cleans there and asked me if I wanted to see the place after a couple decades away. Dead of summer. No one around, just wandered for a few minutes. Lonely, but nothing moved an inch.
I’m trans, asexual, and taking this virginity to my grave. My bloodline stops with me.
I went back to my high school as a substitute teacher, but they had remodeled it and aside from a few familiar hallways, it was completely different.
Which is even more confusing than never being there at all, because I THOUGHT I knew where I needed to go, only to find they had moved that room to another area.