After years of watching movies, after school specials and yes … even some Lifetime movies (with my wife and mom), there is always a part in those shows were the kids will yell, “I HATE YOU!!!” to their parents. I never truly understood why they would say that when I was watching those shows but now I do.
I have always been pretty tough on my kids.
I expect good manners, good grades and a great sense of humor. Most of my kid’s friends only recognized me from yelling at my son’s football games, their practices and from my awesome dance moves while sitting in the parking lot waiting to pick them up.
That being said: I found it really weird when my kids would ask, “Dad, are you subbing at my school today?” They were NEVER allowed to call me “Dad” at school and it was weird hearing my kids calling me “Mr. Garcia”. I had to promise my wife to NEVER treat my kids or their friends like OCS kids or to give them any “extras” because I knew them. After a few years of substituting, my son was sitting with his friends in the cafeteria at his high school when an interesting conversation began.
Now, I was not present at this lunch but according to my son and his two best friends, the guys started to make fun of one of their teachers and how much of a “jerk” she was. Then of course, it became the guys “pissing contest” of who was the WORST teacher that they ever had. One mentioned his previous History teacher. Another blasted his fourth grade teacher, then out of nowhere the last kid boasted, “The WORST teacher I ever had to put up with was this ASSHOLE called Mr. Garcia. He was my OCS teacher.” My son and his friends looked at him cautiously and asked him to describe this “Mr. Garcia” that he spoke of. This kid described me almost perfectly,
so I guess that I must have made an impression on him. My son’s best friends started laughing and my son just shook then just lowered his head.
The kid was confused at why the others were laughing and why my son had his head lowered. That’s when one of my son’s best friends told the kid, “Dude…you’re talking about his dad.” The kid questioned my son for about 10 minutes after that. Before the end of lunch, this kid stood up, told my son that he was sorry for making fun of his dad and went to by my son a coke and some cookies.
When he handed the coke and cookies to my son, my son asked, “What’s this for?”
The kid took a deep breath and said, “I only had to deal with your dad during OCS … you have to live with him, I think that you deserve something for that.”
When my son and his friends told me this story, I laughed along with them for a while but I made sure to give him a hard time the next time I saw him. Maybe next time this kid will give my son something better than a coke and some cookies.