When I was teaching at my University, one of my students sent her daddy with a note to tell me she could not attend my class because she was sick. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Where was I, In the University or in a primary school? She had nothing serious, and the poor man had to come from another city to justify her absentia. Naturally I said to him that the note was not necessary. I was not a monster, and her daughter should learn to explain things for herself. If she couldn’t affront such a small problem, what would happen with bigger problems in life?. She was already 20 years old!
I always tried to solve my own problems by myself. Maybe that was why my pupil’s action, recurring to her daddy, was so shocking to me.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Calling Uncle Bob.”