Open House at the Middle School
Well it’s Tuesday night, and I was stuck sitting in the Middle School gym being overcome by perfume and the aroma of what people cooked for dinner tonight. For the record, I smell of meatloaf. The reason for all this is Open House. Of course this is the last place that I want to spend my evening. Figures, we had a night off from football and I still had to be somewhere! So I feel like a terrible parent because I hate going to these things! And what am I doing? Paying attention to what the Principal is saying? Uh, no, I’m picking apart the people sitting here, and writing material for the blog. And guess what, the Superintendent of schools just sat down right in front of me…great, now how am I going to write? Can you say super bad Mother writing notes when she’s suppose to be paying attention? I guess not much has changed since when I was in school! There’s definitely some interesting looking parents here, and teachers too. When did it become common for teachers to look like they’re 18? When I went to school all the teachers were wicked old, smelled of ben-gay, and had already had my older brother and sister. And my brother is 14 years older than me! By the time I got to the teachers, they were already so sick of children! These teachers look like they were buying Pokemon cards like 4 years ago, oh wait, maybe they were. Speaking of parents, my favorite type of parent that shows up at these things are the “Bratz” Moms. You know who they are, they’re single, they go tanning, have on way too much makeup and not enough clothes. Some have a tramp stamp hanging out too (no offense). The PTA was there too, trying to recruit more people. No I was Secretary for the Elementary School PTO one year, so I am all for helping out and volunteering. But to join the PTA it costs $5.00, now that’s not a ton of money, but I don’t think I need to pay you to volunteer my time! What are you smoking?? I think I could find something else to spend my $5.00 on. “T”‘s teacher seemed very nice, and young, the parent’s kind of annoyed me though. Surprising huh? They were passing around the sign up form for Parent Teacher Conferences, and you would of thought they were passing around a bucket of money! I thought there was going to be a fight between two Mother’s over the clipboard. “T”‘s Math Teacher was interesting, young, hip looking, make up and hair perfect, but she starts out with, “Hi, I’m the mean teacher.” She went on to tell us how mean she really is, and if your child says she’s mean, well then they’re right. Okay, at least she knows she’s mean. She also mentioned how important attendance is…ya well guess what, “T” was home yesterday with a cold, and today a teacher sent him to the nurse because of his symptoms. No he doesn’t have the Swine Flu, just a cold, but apparently if you seem sick, you get sent home, I was only at work for 45 mins today before I got the call! So, 6 days into school and he’s already sick, misses one day, and gets sent home on the other. And guess what???? Tomorrow is a half a day! Can you say tiny paycheck…again.
