My parents might as well open up a hostel. Right now, they’re down 1 kid but up 4: 3 cousins and a little girl from New York City who’s there through the Fresh Air Fund are making up for my absence. The ‘rents are even considering taking on another Fresh Air kid because the old people he’s with now have been getting his name wrong for days. Unbelievably, there are a grand total of 8 kids under the Iseman roof right now. Yes, my parents are insane…
Insane but cool. “Try to roll up in a ball if you fall down:” I know of no other father that has given his son permission to run with the bulls, let alone advice on how to do so. Come to think of it, I owe them for raising me to be daring enough to take any of the crazy trips that I have. I didn’t even need to do too much convincing to be allowed to strike off on my own for the unorganized adventure that was the beginning of this summer. Basically, they realized how much I wanted to do something exciting and then helped me go through with it. They're not doing too shabby of a job with my 4 younger siblings either, with 1 sister putting my SAT2 scores to shame, the other one picking up where I left off and then some at handling all things technical in the house, a brother 4 years younger quick on his way to benchpressing more than me (if he doesn't already), and the other brother building robots... yep, basically a family out of a cartoon:) I’m sure my parents miss me and I definitely miss them, but their super parenting skills enable them to be just a phone call away anytime I want to hear a familiar voice. My dad may have a hairstyle more than a bit like a clown and my mom might yell at me for drinking too frequently over here, but major props to my parents.