My father was a principal. You could read it in his neckties.

I was the Vice President of our Student Council and had to attend an event (at which I was giving some kind of stupid address) in a suit and tie. I had a suit, but couldn’t find any ties in my notoriously cluttered closet. I rushed downstairs and asked my dad if I could raid the tie organizer I had given him a number of Father’s Days prior. After pressing the red button, the strained motor began spinning his ties most pathetically until I removed my thumb.

There it was - the tie I would wear.

I went to school and met with our Vice Principal prior to the event. He was the Student Council sponsor. The cool one. The one with tattoos on his forearm. The one with the coolest office. The one who told us that story about how he was always getting suspended in high school until “growing up” and make it through college with honors. How he went to grad school to become a educator because educators inspired him toturn his life around. After entering his office, where the local top 40 station could always be heard, he smiled.

“Hey Bobby.” After tilting his head down and examining my outfit further, he continued. “Raided your father’s tie rack, I see.” He chuckled, then patted me on the shoulder while walking me to our event.

I’m still cringing.

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  2. hugacat said: is he still a principal? does he need an english teacher?
  3. apio said: “WHAT DID THE NECKTIE LOOK LIKE THOUGH????” — questions i was asking loudly in my head reading this whole thing
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