I knew my dad was an Heating, Ventilation, and A/C specialist.
He was one of the best in our area.
It was because of him that I wanted to be an Heating, Ventilation, and A/C specialist. I was in my last semester of Heating, Ventilation, and A/C school when they told us my associate and I would have a guest professor for the rest of our classes, then everyone was excited and wondering who was going to be there. We knew my associate and I were going to be doing hand-on training, which helped the professor decide who was going to be in his apprenticeship program. I went home that afternoon, and I was telling mom and dad my associate and I were going to have a guest professor to help with our hands-on training. Dad laughed and told me he hadn’t seen me this excited since I got my car. He was right. I was excited. I was almost done with class, and all I had to do was take my certification exam. Dad told me I was doing fine, and just relaxed. When I got to class on Tuesday, I wasn’t the only one who was early, however nearly half the class was arriving early. There were some men that acted like they didn’t care, however you could tell they were nervous. My question was why was my dad in my Heating, Ventilation, and A/C class? I thought there may be something wrong, until he smiled and winked in my direction. My dad was the guest professor for the remainder of my Heating, Ventilation, and A/C class. I was more nervous than ever because I had to prove something to him and the lead Heating, Ventilation, and A/C professor. Dad would really expect more from me than anyone else.