The only time my parents showed disdain for me was when I came home from high school and explained to them that Christopher Columbus was mostly just a raping killer and hadn't really done anything that impressive any way.
I love them for openly mocking me that day.
So a happy Columbus Day to my parents and everyone else who ever found themselves in the New World!
And if you think you're having a rough day, read this account of one minor incident from his Fourth Voyage to the New World:
For nine days I was as one lost, without hope of life. Eyes never beheld the sea so angry, so high, so covered with foam. The wind not only prevented our progress, but offered no opportunity to run behind any headland for shelter; hence we were forced to keep out in this bloody ocean, seething like a pot on a hot fire. Never did the sky look more terrible; for one whole day and night it blazed like a furnace, and the lightning broke with such violence that each time I wondered if it had carried off my spars and sails; the flashes came with such fury and frightfulness that we all thought that the ship would be blasted. All this time the water never ceased to fall from the sky; I do not say it rained, for it was like another deluge. The men were so worn out that they longed for death to end their dreadful suffering.
But my high school teachers probably survived much worse things.