The revenge of the girls we never liked in school anyway. Apparently they become school secretaries

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

It is official. I am at war with the school secretaries. Here are my declarations of war:
1. They treat my husband like he is some god on earth. I saw them do make their genuflections to his maleness this morning as we showed for our meeting.

2. When I picked up my daughter for her physical today, they descended upon me like mythical harpies. I snuck by the office ( can we imagine why??) and went straight to the classroom. As I stood, silently in the door, the loud speaker came on "MRS X, DO YOU HAVE A PARENT IN YOUR ROOM?" I actually mouthed "I hate those women" to the teacher and she mouthed "I'm sorry" before saying, "Yes, I do." "SHE NEEDS TO CHECK IN WITH THE OFFICE BEFORE SHE LEAVES"

I gathered my daughter and walked down the hall - with the Asst Prinicipal shadowing me like I was a freaking terrorist. I half expected him to tackle me and wrestle my shoes off to check for contraband. I actually thought of continuing to walk out -without checking into the office to see what they would do, but ...No, I have my daughter with me and I have to present some sort of adult role model that doesn't involve drinking too much sangria and chasing the ice cream truck down the street.

So I make the left and stand in front of the office. The berating starts. "CAW CAW CAW, stop and sign in , CAW CAW CAW, send in a note ( which as a matter of point - I did!) CAW CAW CAW , we'll call her from her classroom and she will meet you at this door."

This is when I cracked. This is also when the Asst Principal guy ran in to shield the harpies from my now Medusa like fury.

Excuse me? Did you just tell me that even IF I sign in and make my ceremonial bows to your fucking power hungry ancestors, that I can't walk down the hall to my child's classroom and pick her up? She will be sent down from said classroom? And why is this?

"We don't want parents to disturb the other students or teachers"
"I didn't disturb the students or the teacher"
"The teacher wasn't expecting you - that was discourteous to her"
"The teacher absolutely expected me - I gave her a note this morning and she knew I was coming"
"Who made this rule?" Asst Principal sputters and looks around. "Was it the school Board?" I say. "Well, no" he says, getting fairly red in the face.

Well, guess what. I am her mother. I will walk into any building at any time and I will walk to see her. You will not keep me from my daughter and frankly, I'd like to see you try.

3 Baleful Regards:

Kaycee said...

Rock on Sister! You tell em! Stupid Cows!

fuquinay said...

As a wife of the teacher and a teacher myself, I have to disagree. Have you ever taught a class of crazy third or sixth graders? They are an unruly lot, and all they need is an excuse to start talking, and it takes another fifteen minutes to get them calmed down again, and then the parents wonder why their kids are not doing well in school.

My husband works at a Catholic school, and though I do, actually, walk inside the school any time I want, I'm only allowed to do that because I'm married to the teacher. Anyone else goes through the proper channels.

Now, I am going to say what you don't want to hear. It's as much for your protection as it is for the quietude of the classroom! You don't want someone ELSE coming into the school and going up to get your kid.

Sorry, but that's the way it is! And I hate to call 911 into this, but remember lockdown? I couldn't go get my girl out of preschool because the school was locked down. And they were sort of right to do it. Otherwise, mayhem. You don't want, in all that confusion, your kid to get sucked out by some psychopath.

Anonymous said...

oh no wonder Ellie's Mommie has you linked to her site. You are so like myself. I once backed a male teacher/coach up against the wall in his classroom for informing me I had no say about what happens to my child between the hours of 8:00a.m. and 4:00 p.m.

To this day I hate that Fu#$ing school. and they are very very very afraid of the crazy white chick...

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