There is much in the media about mom’s being competitive. I think it is overstated. I can see when someone is richer, smart, thinner than me and maybe if I was younger I would try to trump them. Now, it’s like, oh, wish I was thin, rich, whatever. But, here I am. And sometimes a mom rises above the crowd, not in a bad way, but in a way you have to admire.
When I first started thinking about where to send Vivien to elementary school I would talk to other parents about what they were thinking. I often said, “Hey, I’m not going to stress; I know it’s all going to be fine where ever we send her.” That was the point in the conversation where the other parent was suppose to say, “Right, totally.” Or nod. Or do something other than what they did do which was looked appalled that I wasn’t freaking out about this issue.
What’s the matter here? I thought. Well, the pod people eventually got me. Yes, I have lost sleep over this issue.. just a little
Sorry, got to call some nut job moms out. I’m sure I’m not the only one who has been on the other end of some “extreme parenting.” Is that a show yet?
There is so much to be said on this topic. But Alice made a good point when she said that what can make a school good is often unquantifiable. Did I spell that write? Not sure if my school was any good.
Here is the dead truth about what I think is wrong with most public schools that NO ONE talks about: architecture. Seriously. One of the reasons I hustled and graduated early is because public school buildings are NOT built to the environment. They are created by the same people who build prisons. They are beat, yucky, not a place you want to matriculate, let alone take a dump. Sorry, but it’s true. I used to hold my sphincter in till after 3 in high school because of the gross bathrooms.
Architecture does affect people. One of my first reporting assignments I did in radio was to interview high schoolers from South Central in the aftermath of the LA Riots. These were the good kids. Not rioters. They were seniors who would graduate. But they said, basically, look, where we live is ugly. There are no trees; there are mostly liquor stores. It makes us feel disrespected that we live in this environment, so while we don’t think it’s a good idea to burn this place down, we understand why someone would.
I often think of that.
I mention my mother’s high school in this piece. It’s called Venture School. Her school is small, but she has helped many people over the years. But, you know, I’m biased.
It’s a rite of passage of parenthood: volunteering at your kid’s school. I signed up for the school library, thinking that I can label and stack and organize. Deciding on categories is tough, though. We aren’t dealing with the Dewy Decimal system. Ours is more like, “There’s a bear family in this book; oh, right, I’ll put the animal sticker on it.”
Those tasks can always be more tedious than one imagines. Now that I can barely bend over, I might have to retire my library hat for while. But the last time I was in the library, it looked fine. Not my fault if people don’t put books back in the right places! Here are other ramblings of a library volunteer.
What would you say to a mom who says she might never send her kid to school? Well, the folks on Babble.com got an earful when one mom said just that. It’s called “Unschooling.” Now, I really try not to judge other mothers’ choices, but from personal experience, this was the nicest way I could say: BAD IDEA!
Can you control your anger when another kid is mean to your kid? Would you be able to control your anger if no one else was watching? Do you wish you could say, “Hey, saggy pants, you want to take this outside?” I wish I were an animator; I could do something funny with that.
The sounds in the background are a teacher leading some 5-year-olds through a class… I didn’t notice any bullies, though.
Vivien had a little runny nose the other week.
The question: to send her to school or not?
I think I made the right choice.
Actually, mine was a Junior High/High School reunion because I’m a product of an LA public, magnet, alternative school. My handwriting might be akin to a serial killer’s, but I’m a skilled critical thinker and free spirit.
My reunion was not in a ballroom at the airport Radisson, like they usually are. Instead we had a potluck at a big, pretty park, organized on Facebook. The last reunion we had was at my mom’s house (site of many great parties, since my mom was the original “Cool Mom”) ten years ago.
Vivien had fun with the other kids, but the only thing I didn’t like was how hard it was to look good at a park picnic.
Parents, listen up! It’s never too early to plan for our children’s future, right? We try to put away some dough for rainy days, college, shoes… So while we’re planning their future careers, shouldn’t we also consider the future of our country? In this video, I lay out my plan for young girls to take over the world – I mean, the USA. Let’s start there.