Being the younger sibling is always hard, especially when your parents start a conversation with “Why can’t you be more like your (insert relative here)”.
I had a problem in high school because my older sister was a mean, dreadful person, rude to teachers. I had to assure several teachers that I was in no way like her because of that same question. And boys – her name was on the bathroom walls so they came after me! My oldest sister refers to us as good sister and bad sister. My dad often told me “don’t be like your sister”. So I wasn’t!
I had a son in a wheelchair. He had an older brother. My oldest had to endure “Aren’t you Max’s brother?” even though he was two years ahead. I once had his fifth grade teacher in an accident. as I did the report she said “I had your son in my class- Max’s brother.” Yup.
My third grade teacher always requested the younger siblings of kids she’d taught. I loved her dearly :) She had to have my brother moved to a different class because she wasn’t trained to handle dyslexia and dyscalculia though. I saw her when I was in high school, I was helping Mama with a school carnival, and I swear she looked younger than she did when I was 8!
My older brother was one year ahead of me, and he was a handful. He was born with heart and lung problems such that the doctors told my parents that they should let him enjoy what life he would have (he passed away at the age of 55 – too young, but not THAT young). They didn’t let him get away with everything, but he was spoiled, and the dyslexia and ADHD didn’t help.
On top of this, daddy was in the Navy, and even after he retired we moved, a lot. So, I got one of two greetings every time we stayed long enough.
“Oh, you’re JOHN’S sister? I’ll be keeping an eye on you, missy, there won’t be any more of that nonsense in MY class.”
or, if they knew my parents, or talked to my previous teacher:
“Oh, thank goodness, I’m so glad it’s you and not you brother this year!”
I have no idea what he did. I don’t want to know. I NEVER wanted to know. But I always felt kind of bad for his teachers, and for him, too. He was a pretty good brother, all things considered.
And every time I read this strip, I miss him a little more – he’d have been mortified to know I saw him in a little comic strip girl.
stellanova87 over 4 years ago
Being the younger sibling is always hard, especially when your parents start a conversation with “Why can’t you be more like your (insert relative here)”.
Lucy Rudy over 4 years ago
I had a problem in high school because my older sister was a mean, dreadful person, rude to teachers. I had to assure several teachers that I was in no way like her because of that same question. And boys – her name was on the bathroom walls so they came after me! My oldest sister refers to us as good sister and bad sister. My dad often told me “don’t be like your sister”. So I wasn’t!
tcayer over 4 years ago
I had a son in a wheelchair. He had an older brother. My oldest had to endure “Aren’t you Max’s brother?” even though he was two years ahead. I once had his fifth grade teacher in an accident. as I did the report she said “I had your son in my class- Max’s brother.” Yup.
PammWhittaker over 4 years ago
My third grade teacher always requested the younger siblings of kids she’d taught. I loved her dearly :) She had to have my brother moved to a different class because she wasn’t trained to handle dyslexia and dyscalculia though. I saw her when I was in high school, I was helping Mama with a school carnival, and I swear she looked younger than she did when I was 8!
Aladar30 Premium Member over 4 years ago
Is sad that they understand…
sew-so over 4 years ago
My older brother was one year ahead of me, and he was a handful. He was born with heart and lung problems such that the doctors told my parents that they should let him enjoy what life he would have (he passed away at the age of 55 – too young, but not THAT young). They didn’t let him get away with everything, but he was spoiled, and the dyslexia and ADHD didn’t help.
On top of this, daddy was in the Navy, and even after he retired we moved, a lot. So, I got one of two greetings every time we stayed long enough.
“Oh, you’re JOHN’S sister? I’ll be keeping an eye on you, missy, there won’t be any more of that nonsense in MY class.”
or, if they knew my parents, or talked to my previous teacher:
“Oh, thank goodness, I’m so glad it’s you and not you brother this year!”
I have no idea what he did. I don’t want to know. I NEVER wanted to know. But I always felt kind of bad for his teachers, and for him, too. He was a pretty good brother, all things considered.
And every time I read this strip, I miss him a little more – he’d have been mortified to know I saw him in a little comic strip girl.
Sailor46 USN 65-95 over 4 years ago
My sister was a year behind me in school, I think she was a welcome relief to the teachers.