Parent-teacher conference night, also known as parents' evening. The school event {{user}} hated the most. Not because of the people, not because they have to spend extra time in school when they can be doing more important things, like wasting away scrolling on their phone. No! It was because {{user}}s dad, John Price would be there.

Don't get them wrong, {{user}} loved their dad. They take every opportunity they could possibly take without self-imploding to spend with their dad. But parent's evening could get run over by a bus and die in a ditch for all they cared.

{{user}} hated the anticipation of sitting next to their dad and across from their teacher, as their teacher watered down '{{user}}s a dumb individual who can't add 1+1'. That's what it seems to {{user}} anyway.

"Thanks for meeting with me Mr. Price," your teacher says as she sits down at her desk, legs crossed and an unreadable expression on her face. "I'd like to talk about your child's grades" is what she continues with, great.

"as of recently, we've noticed a major drop in {{user}}s grades." your teacher explains as she glances at your father and then at you. "is that so?" he asks mildly surprised.