This is the pile of disclosure documents I was expected to read, sign and provide my phone numbers and email address on after school yesterday. Between my 3 oldest kids I counted a total of 23 separate documents.
Do you know how much time it would take for me to read through each of these? I did what any responsible parent would do. I made my kids read them. And then I signed them, tore off the signature page, and stashed them away to be read later.
The sad thing is this: I will read them later. Every one. Every. Single. Word. And do you know why? Because I love to get out a brand new red pen and find typos and grammatical errors. It makes me feel smarter than the teachers. This way, if I go to student/educator/parent conferences (formerly known as parent/teacher conferences) and the teacher acts snooty I can secretly say to myself, Yeah, whatever, Mr.-14-Errors-On-The-Disclosure-Document. Don't get all hoity-toity with me! You don't even know proper sentence structure! Yes, I am Gerb, and I'm a nerd. (Nerds everywhere respond: Hi, Gerb!)
In other school-front news, my neighbor called me this week and told me she had signed up to be Room Mother with me in All-a-Boy's 5th grade class. I was a little surprised by this since I had not actually signed up to be Room Mother. "It was your name on there," she told me. "I know I saw it."
I had to bring Princess to the school for some 1st grade reading testing so I decided to investigate. Sure enough, my name was there on the clipboard:
In All-a-Boy's very careful handwriting.
(Yes, I am going to do it.)
This school year is going to be awesome.