The best part about having a kid in private school for someone as lazy as I am? My parental participation in my son's education is safely accomplished through the act of writing a check each month.
You say that the children love it when adult volunteers come into the classroom to help them read? I'd love to help. Where's my checkbook?
Help delivered from the comfort of my own couch. I feel so fulfilled.
Help delivered from the comfort of my own couch. I feel so fulfilled.
Alas, with Finn's transition to his new public school next year, my participation toolbox is going to need some new tools. Kitty has dived right in and signed us up as charter PTA members and started actively meeting parents, volunteering for school events and generally being an extremely good person.
I have joined the charge by reluctantly signing up for the email list and actively complaining about the volume of email that I now receive as I delete it without reading.
It's exhausting.
But then Finn's school scheduled a big fundraising event, which got me really excited. Who knew that public schools needed money too! I thought Joe Taxpayer took care of footing the education bill. You say that doesn't cover actual human teacher salaries and/or chairs in the new classrooms? No problem, I know how to do this part!
Before I could whip out the checkbook, however, Kitty informed me that we would be helping by actually chipping in this time around. She was going to man one of the craft stations and I was to help her cut out 3000 falcon masks and colorful bird feathers for the masks in preparation.
This is not what I signed up for. By my scientific calculations, cutting a mask out of card stock takes nine more muscles than signing a check. And that's nine muscles I just don't have. The event was a huge success and Finn and I got to watch a special Raptor presentation from the nice lady from the Woodland Park Zoo, but I've gotta tell you, my mask-making-scissor-fingers are really sore.
This public school thing is hard.
I have joined the charge by reluctantly signing up for the email list and actively complaining about the volume of email that I now receive as I delete it without reading.
It's exhausting.
But then Finn's school scheduled a big fundraising event, which got me really excited. Who knew that public schools needed money too! I thought Joe Taxpayer took care of footing the education bill. You say that doesn't cover actual human teacher salaries and/or chairs in the new classrooms? No problem, I know how to do this part!
Before I could whip out the checkbook, however, Kitty informed me that we would be helping by actually chipping in this time around. She was going to man one of the craft stations and I was to help her cut out 3000 falcon masks and colorful bird feathers for the masks in preparation.
This is not what I signed up for. By my scientific calculations, cutting a mask out of card stock takes nine more muscles than signing a check. And that's nine muscles I just don't have. The event was a huge success and Finn and I got to watch a special Raptor presentation from the nice lady from the Woodland Park Zoo, but I've gotta tell you, my mask-making-scissor-fingers are really sore.
This public school thing is hard.
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