My dad can sometimes be a drill sergeant, but he’s not that bad.
I tend to procrastinate, so a good push is always good for my well-being.
It was dad who first told me to try out for the football team at school. I kept putting it off each season until he showed up at school one day. The football coach summoned me, and I found my dad waiting for me in his office. He waited until practice time for the coach to test my skills, and I was on the football team. During my last year of high school, dad insisted I decide on what to do after school. I was thinking of becoming a plumber, electrician, or HVAC expert. I’m not good with books, so university was something that never had my attention. Dad was in the audience during my high school graduation day and later handed me 3 fliers from different HVAC schools. I had until the fall to decide which HVAC school I was going to, or he would choose it for me. Dad can sometimes jest, but I knew he was serious about this. He’s an HVAC expert, and I knew he wanted me to work in his company. Classic me, I waited until the final weeks of summer to tell him which school I’d chosen to attend. After getting my HVAC certification, I’d go work for his HVAC company. Perhaps I might also try plumbing and electrical training later to diversify my skills. We’ll see. But I have no intention of telling dad because he’ll start pushing me to do so.