For the irk pile: Why It Sucks to be in Elementary School Today
J2’s birthday is approaching next week. A few weeks back, I had a discussion with her, and told her that I could either spend a lot of money on a big party at a “party place”, where she would get lots of little gifts, OR I could have a small party for her at the house, and use the money toward a new bike.
As she is growing like a weed, and turning 8, J2 pragmatically chose the party at home scenario. We’re going to have pizza, popcorn, cupcakes, and watch High School Musical 3 to celebrate with a few of her friends. A few of her friends live in the neighborhood, two of them are in her class at Sunday school, and the rest are in her class. One friend, who is special to her, however, is NOT in her class this year, and because J2 has a vaguely psychopathic teacher, she was quite fearful that said psychopath wouldn’t allow her to deliver the invitation to her friend’s classroom.
Not wanting to see her disappointed in this, I offerred to drive over to the school to ask if the school secretary might drop the invitation into the mailbox of the child’s teacher.
Because our world has become an insane world, I was told that this could not happen.
It seems that you can only deliver invitations at school if you are inviting the entire class. (I have already had J2 deliver a handful of invitations to her classmates – I am NOT inviting her whole class to my house – she doesn’t like them all! And I don’t WANT them ALL! In my house!) Apparently, it’s not ok to not be friends equally with everyone – even though, in reality, they are already not friends equally with everyone. Rolls my eyes.
Taking another tack, I explain that this child isn’t IN J2’s class.
Well, I’m told, he still can’t receive an invitation to a party in front of the entire rest of his class. Do I know his address?
Know his address? I don’t even know the kid’s last name! He was in J2’s class LAST year, but she is especially fond of him.
The children at my daughter’s school are not allowed to exchange phone numbers with their classmates. That’s an invasion of privacy – what if the parents don’t want their child to exchange their phone number and have weird people they don’t know calling the house? So…no contacting classmates outside of class for socialization, unless you happen to know them because they live on your STREET. Rolls my eyes.
There is no directory for names and addresses of classmates. See the reason mentioned above, also add nasty divorce situations, restraining orders, and potential unintentional release of said information to sexual predators and kidnappers. Oh..and other parents who just don’t want to be bothered with other people’s kids. (I am also guilty of this!)
I respond that I’ll just tell my daughter she will be unable to invite him.
Ok, so I said it with an edge in my voice.
With that, my daughter arrives at the office, because she left her library book at home, and I was delivering it to her. When she arrived, I began to tell her that I don’t think we’ll be able to invite her friend, unless she sees him before school starts.
The secretary, overhearing me, says, “Well, I’ll put it in the teacher’s mailbox, and see if he will deliver it.” I am then forced to be thankful.
I was so fucking annoyed. All over a tiny birthday party. The world is so irksome and tiresome. I’m over the extreme need for political correctness, and the insulated way we have to live to protect ourselves from actually having to live in COMMUNITY with one another.
End of rant.