Friday, September 4, 2009

And so it begins

I entered the public school system (in Maryland) in 1975. We moved to Virginia in 1978/79 - somewhere in there. My youngest sister graduated high school in 2000. My mother often says, "I dealt with the school system for 25 years!" She wears it like a badge of honor.

I am not the type who thinks that public schools are inferior to private schools (or home schooling, for that matter). I truly believe that a kid gets out of her education exactly what she puts into it. But, I'm starting to get a feel for what my mother was talking about. My mother remarried in 1981, which meant that my middle sister and I had a different last name from our mom. Well, you would have thought we were the first family in the history of Fairfax County Public Schools to have a divorce. If my sister got in trouble, the school would call and ask for Mrs. Same-Last-Name-as-My-Sister. My mom corrected them endlessly, but it never took. Then of course there is just the normal tree killing that goes on: permission slips, detention slips (my middle sister, not me - I'm a goody-two-shoes from way back), miscellaneous newsletters, report cards, etc. My mom was tired of signing stuff well before the end of the 80's.

I entered a relationship with our city's school system earlier this year, when I submitted an application to enroll my child in four-year-old Kindergarten (4K). I requested the afternoon class and they put her in the morning class. Half a dozen phone calls later, she was moved into the afternoon class.

The next hurdle was transportation. We needed to find some way to get her from Kindercare over to the elementary school each day. I haven't measured it precisely, but I think it's about two miles. I called the school. "You'd have to talk to the transportation coordinator," I was told. Okay, no problem. I called the transportation coordinator. "Oh no, we can't bus her from that Kindercare. It's in a different school district."

"Well, what if I transferred her to the Kindercare that's closer to the school?" I asked.

"We can't transport her from there either. It's considered a walking location." Sure, let me send my four-year-old down two busy roads to get to school. That sounds reasonable.

I was offered one other option, which was that I could pay the bus line directly for transportation. Since one of the reasons we enrolled our daughter in 4K was to attempt to reduce our childcare costs, this seemed counter-intuitive. I was just about to give up completely when P declared that he would pick her up and drive her every day himself.

Before the start of the school year, I received a list of school supplies that I was expected to purchase. Most are for communal use, such as crayons, pencils, and watercolor paints. A friend of mine was required to buy 23 glue sticks (20 for the class and 3 labeled specifically for their son), so I felt like I was getting off easy by comparison. I dutifully purchased everything on the list and then dropped it off at the school during a meet-the-teacher session. During that session, I picked up a yellow folder that I have been instructed to keep in my child's backpack. The yellow folder, it seems, is the main conduit for information flowing from the teacher to the parents and then back again.

The yellow folder instructed me to send in some crackers (in addition to the "healthy snack" I had already been asked to purchase). Well, what kind of crackers? I wondered. Graham crackers, animal crackers, Ritz, Saltines, WHAT? I sent in some graham crackers and hoped for the best. I knew not to send anything with peanut butter in/on it.

I also received and filled out two emergency contact forms (one for the teacher and one for the school office). I thought I was all caught up but then . . . on the third day of school, the yellow folder came home with a new list of instructions. Now I needed to send a smock. But wait, there's more. I received an "inclement weather policy" form that I was required to sign. Oh no, that's not all. I didn't tell you about the milk form yet. Milk is $.30 a day. I can send in any amount of money I'd like and it will be placed in a fund for my child. The program is optional - if I do not send in milk money, my child will be given water. I can just see it now. 16 kids drinking milk and my forlorn little lass sitting there with plain old water because, "My mom was too cheap to buy milk!" I will be sending in a check toute de suite.

The final bit of bewilderment is over the school year calendar. As far as I can tell, not a week will go by where there isn't some sort of special circumstance that I'll need to accommodate. If the date has a square around it, it's early dismissal. If it has a circle around it, it's a delayed start day. If it has a triangle around it, the teachers will all be out drinking and we should keep our brats at home.

If all goes well, my daughter will graduate in 2023. I plan to lose my mind by 2015 at the latest.

13 comments:

Sammy said...

As an elementary school teacher, this was really fun to read! :-)

Steph K said...

Amen, Sista'!

I had to buy 24 glue sticks for 5K.

Lisa eats too much pizza said...

Wow! That's a lot for 4k! lol

steph said...
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steph said...

I've been hearing this same story from all my pals with kids starting school this year. Note to self :D.

Susie said...

I've been really second guessing our decision to delay Matthew a year--after this, I'm over it! I just bought myself another year of not having all that fun! :)

I'm hoping to be teaching in the next few years, and I PROMISE I won't make any child bring 23 (why not just round up to 24 since they come in even numbered packs????) glue sticks. Seriously? What on earth for? I might even just have them use *gasp* actual glue . . .

Anonymous said...

All I can say is "you have fun with that." I will snap a photo (just to show that I actually earned one), polish it up and happily turn the badge over to the next generation. That would be you.
First, however, you must be content with a thin, cheap, tin badge. After five years of entanglement with the school system, you are eligible to move up to a slightly thicker tin badge.

Love, Mom

Anonymous said...

Oh, and just wait 'til you have to park your adult size carcass in a teeny, tiny chair and desk. Or when you take a look in your child's desk and swell with pride when you discover that your little darling has the sloppiest desk in the room. Didn't you teacher ask you to neaten your desk to spare me the pain? I had two slobs out of three and they know who they are.
Anyway, it's well worth the effort to stay involved.
Love,
Mom

Laurie K-Green said...

To Alabastermom's mom:
I had four children with two different last names. Not only was I divorced and remarried, I hyphenated my last name and the last name of my two youngest children. I was told by my son's Kindergarten teacher that my son had to choose just one name to use because it was two hard for the other children to remember two. For the record our hyphenated last name has 3 syllables: "blank blank-blank". That was 18 years ago, but I had someone ask me last week which name which was my "real" last name.

Alabaster Mom said...

Hi Laurie,

I'm sure you stumped them! Oh, and my daughter's name isn't alabaster. I just don't use her first name because some say it is child abuse to write about your child on a blog. Also to protect her. I'm sure if someone really did some digging, they could find out her name and where we live, but I can at least make it a little harder for some predator to do that.

Alabaster Mom said...

Oh, and I do like A's teacher. I'm not complaining about her. It's just the "system" and all that seems to come with it. I do think the teacher could have sent home just one list of everything I needed to provide instead of asking for a different item each day.

Laurie K-G said...

Hi again, Actually I was trying to send the message to your mom if that makes sense, but I know you are sensitive to the first name on the blog issue, so I wasn't sure if I should use your real name or not, so I chose alabastermom's mom rather than your real first name.

Alabaster Mom said...

Sorry, Laurie - I misread your comment. I'm sure my mom would be happy to tell you alllllll about how she loves Fairfax County Public Schools.