“Hey Amanda, I just registered for classes next semester, and one of my professors is a Mrs. Kloth. Is she…” “Yeah, she’s my mom.”   For me, growing up as an only child meant that in many ways, my mom was my best friend. In elementary school, a day off

I am not Dr. Schnittjer’s daughter. Well, I mean, technically I am. He is my father. But I try to avoid being labeled as such because it puts me right inside of a pre-labeled box with little chance of escape. Let me explain. I promise you, not a day passes

My Dad: You may know him as Professor, the illustrious Cairn University Business Director, or the Eubank girls’ Dad. Whatever hat he goes by, I’d like to introduce him to you again as I see him and explain what it is like going to school where your Father works. First,