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Okay, Wednesday's come and gone pretty well, i've gotten through the long distance appointments in such good time that i'm actually back home before school's out, for once! This turns out to be a very good thing because i come home to find a nastygram from Ben on my computer that he's being hassled about wearing his sunglasses at school, **for which he has authorization from the neurologist**. *snarl one*

 

Knowing exactly where he placed the letter containing *our* copy of said authorization, i step into his room and lift it off his desk and go storming out the door fully intending to see the person in question about this before school gets out.

 

I hit the office door, and - surprise surprise - there's no one to be seen. I stand there patiently for a moment, tapping the envelope against the desktop, before an "assistant principal" asks if she can help me? I identify myself *and* the issue i'm there about and hear someone calling from the office beyond her, asking for me by name. Oh GOODIE! This sounds like the person i spoke with on the phone initially, who *should* have known better. *snarl two*

 

I step into her office and explain that i have just gotten home and found a note from Ben describing a problem he'd had with wearing his sunglasses - and that's as far as i get before she's breaking in: "He said there had been an authorization faxed in and we've looked all over here and we just don't have it."

 

(snarl three)

 

"Well, you do now."

 

"Well, it would have only gone to one of two desks, it's not like it could have gotten lost anywhere within the school and we don't have it."

 

"Well, you do now."

 

"I know i spoke with you on the phone and you were going to get an authorization addressed to the staff faxed to us -"

 

"Yes, i did. When i hung up the phone from speaking with you i phoned the doctor's office and told them specifically what you required and gave them the fax number that you gave me. That letter is MY copy of exactly what THEY faxed to YOU."

 

"Oh. Well the only other place i would have sent it is to the school nurse and she doesn't have it either, so we must not have gotten it."

 

"Well you do now."

 

"Yes. Well, umm, thank you for bringing this in, and i'll make sure he doesn't have any more trouble with this."

 

"Good." And angry mother turns toward the door.

 

Now, stop there - look down at this angry mother and read her T-shirt, which she's forgotten she's wearing today. It reads: I have determined that my sole purpose in life is to serve as a bad example.

 

*angry mother dissolves in maniacal laughter*

Posted

Very funny, that woman must have felt verystupid at that moment, if she saw where you were looking :)

 

On another note, HappyBuddha now remembers why mothers are not a force to be trifled with. All those snarls have his hair standing on end...

Posted

Hug.

Good parenting sometimes means confrontations. I think you were very graceous and tactfully in staying focused on the point in time and future. Excuses don't matter and "what should've been"s don't fix the problems.

Good for you I wish more people could be problem focused and then move on, instead of excuse and justification focused (before they can even deal with the problem).

 

Ya done good!

 

On a side note, I've found with my distracted view of reality and sometimes slow thought process, I have to miss a number of t-shirt slogans.

Something about a forty-plus year old man staring at women's t-shirt slogans isn't received well and therefore isn't Polite.

 

Peredhil

Posted

*giggles*

yeah, she didn't seem too happy with my response to the situation and i'm sure would have been happier with her excuses getting her somewhere.. which they didn't..

 

it wasn't actually until i reached home that i realized that it was *that* t-shirt i was wearing.. and promptly died laughing when i saw it in the mirror.. though i'm sure there are those who believe that effective parenting and supporting your children *is* a bad example. neh.. their problem. i just thought it was funny. ;> Maybe the bad example is in intimidating school officials who *get* no squiggle room in dealing with the problem they created? *shrug*

*laughs*

Posted

I have to disagree there. Probably most are retarded. And an even greater percentage of vice principals are retarded. But I'm gonna stick up for the cool principal my high school had. I wish they could all be like him.

 

Congratulations on being "free". :D

Posted

Wow was I blessed.

 

I only had one poor teacher of all my teachers and principals up until colleges.

 

I didn't realize just how good some of them were (and how patient they'd been!) until much later - often when I found myself quoting them to other people as advice.

Posted

*nods* i had some really good teachers, and some really really stunningly bad ones.. most of them were okay. *shrug* In a way, though, it's kind of nice that i did because i know the damage a stunningly bad teacher can do, so can guard against that for the kids, including raising merry hell with the counselors' offices until they change assignments and schedules as necessary, should that be the best course of action.

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