For the past ten years, my dad and I have attended the same school — he as an administrator and I as a student. Our relationship, in and out of school, has been totally unpredictable.
When I was younger, all that my dad said was doctrine (信条) and anything he did I,1, copied. We played games together, and stayed up late reading bedtime stories. I could2my dad taking me to school, running into him3during the day and riding home with him every afternoon.
As I grew older, we were not as4as we used to be. He wasn't cool any more. He wore his socks too high, listened to5country music and laughed too loudly in front of my friends. He became a total embarrassment.
However, the6that happened in school were even worse. The worst one happened in seventh grade. My dad came to our New Year party,7as Donald Duck, guitar in hand, singing silly songs. Just kill me! I wanted to run away.
This8continued into high school, but we began to find a balance. Things started to9around the time of my 10th-grade physics project. The10was to build a wood bridge with the best strength-to-weight ratio (比率). All the students and physics teachers11. So did my dad, the only administrator! Embarrassed, as usual, I12the scene. 13, later when I learned from my friends that my dad14all competitors and won everyone's admiration, I found that mixed in with my15was a touch of pride.
I had needed someone else to show me what I16in my dad. It wasn't the fact that he'd won; it was more than that. I began to17that we have many of the same values and sometimes the same opinions. No matter how much I had tried to18him, he still influenced me.
I feel19to have such an unusual father. The20I have developed with my dad over the years has enabled me to look back and see how I've grown.
