Post Holiday Vacation… it’s tough to get back in the swing of things. I’m thinking of myself here. Getting breakfast made, lunches ready, humans dressed, shower is a challenge with two parents who have to read two newspapers even if the house is on fire.
But, for Vivien it’s also hard to go back to school. Even though she likes her school. “Mommy, when I go to school I don’t see my family as much. I like to see my family.” No wonder people home school. It was nice to have her home. I wish Kindergarten were a shorter day.
So, this is one of then times I tried to motivate her for school. I was not succesful.
Note on language in this one: The first time my dad saw my mom in grad school he said, “Hello, Scholar!” The rest is history.
I don’t know why, my sound came out so much worse than Dana or Jessica’s. In a nutshell, this is about Jessica being irked by the forced community service her daughter’s school has that creates more work for her. It’s funny that the three here all have chosen different educational paths. My daughter goes to public school, Jessica’s go to private school and Dana home schools.
What do you think? Have you encountered this issue at your school? I think there is a list of this and that a school asks you to do and sometimes I’m all for it and other times I sit it out. Like the Cultural day planned smack dab in the middle of the holidays on a day I already have plans, I’m not jumping in on that one. But, hey look at my landscaping!
And I need to add my extra mic.
Look, private schools can be great, BUT I came across a tiny blog that I don’t even want to mention where the mother writing actually said FOR REAL many of the things I say here in parody. Am I the only public school mother who gets teed when private school parents act like I’m the little kid who smells like pee?
My blather is not near as effective as satire, that’s what I say.
What if you build a prison to house the bad people, then accidently get locked in and can’t find your way out? Well, it’s sort of like that.
How is this for ironic…
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!