PTA
"Dad," said my daughter Sasha. "You have to come to the school tomorrow to meet my new teacher." "What happened to your old teacher, Mrs. Greendale?" I asked. "Her husband had a heart attack so she has to stay home and take care of him for the rest of the school year," she answered. I liked Mrs. Greendale. She was an old school teacher. None of that new-fangled, blame it on the parents shit for her. I never had to go up to the school unless Sasha did something extra stupid. "Can't...