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 1 my dad said was doctrine (信条). We played games together, and stayed up late reading bedtime stories. I could 2 my dad taking me to school, running into him 3 during the day and riding home with him every afternoon.
As I grew older, we were not as 4 as we used to be. He wasn't cool any more. He wore his socks too high, listened to 5 country music and laughed too loudly in front of my friends. He became a total embarrassment.
However, the 6 that occurred in school were even worse. The worst one happened in seventh grade. My dad came to our New Year party, 7 as Donald Duck, guitar in hand, singing silly songs. Just kill me！I wanted to run away.
This 8 continued into high school, but we somehow began to find a balance. Things started to 9 around the time of my 10th-grade physics project. The 10 was 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, I 12 the scene. 13, when I learned from my friends that my dad 14 all competitors and won everyone's admiration, I found that mixed in with my 15 was a touch of pride.
I had needed someone else to show me what I 16 in my dad. It wasn't the fact that he'd won; it was more than that. I began to 17 that we have many of the same values and the same opinions. No matter how much I had tried to 18 him, he still influenced me.
I feel 19 to have such an unusual father. The 20 I have developed with my dad over the years has enabled me to look back and see how I've grown.
