I am soooooo grateful you all are helping out on the 12 Days of Petmas thing. One, it’s super fun. Two, it distracts me from all the other garbage going on in my life. And thirdly, I have a stunningly awful case of laryngitis so I can slack off a little bit here even though laryngitis has nothing to do with my ability to type.
The laryngitis is mostly caused by a cold, but I’m pretty sure stress and yelling exacerbated it. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m my daughter’s kindergarten art docent. For the most part, it’s been smooth sailing and everyone is having a lot of fun. I don’t exactly have oodles of free time, but I’m happy to spend the 5 hours a week or so it takes to organize the project and then go teach it. It’s a nice break from my job.
We have a rather austere art supplies closet. Requisitioning items takes weeks, if not months. And most classrooms get around this by having the parents chip in for a classroom fund. In this area, schools cannot ask parents to furnish supplies for their kids- it’s been the topic of lawsuits- so parents ask each other. It’s one of those don’t-ask-don’t-tell things. If you can’t or won’t chip in, no big deal.
I sent out a letter last week, whose wording I agonized over to make it clear this was optional and was not coming from the teacher. Yesterday, as I’m glove deep in an abdomen, my receptionist comes in and says the school principal is on the phone.
Thinking “Oh my God, what happened to my daughter?” I scrub out and go answer the phone, where I am politely but firmly rebuked for this travesty. Apparently one disgruntled parent took the letter, and instead of taking it up with me, the teacher, or just ignoring it, went to the administration. So now, not only do we have no fund- I’m supposed to return any donations- a note has gone out to all the classroom parents in the school essentially shutting them down.
Between this and the dog poop debacle, I’m pretty sure I’ve set some sort of land-speed record for getting on a school principal’s blacklist. I swear I had the best of intentions.
This is not helping the small but persistent streak of misanthropy that led me to pursue a career in veterinary medicine to begin with. People sure are rotten sometimes. Give me dogs over people any day.