Wacky Wednesday

Today was an early release day for Seattle Public Schools. I had to go get the kids at 1:40 PM. I got there a little early and was waiting around with a bunch of other parents. I’ve done this dozens of times, but this time I walked by half a dozen doors that were locked and labeled with notices, “For security reasons, entry through this door is prohibited. Please enter through the main door near the office.”

I watched all the kids coming out and saw all of the other parents waiting, arms folded, smiling and saying hi to the kids they recognized and/or their parents.

I was reminded of the day I stood in the same spot, with the same parents, the same laughing and running and goofy kids the day of the Sandy Hook elementary … well, that day.

I still can’t handle that day emotionally. I crumbled and stopped reading the news. I stopped all internal analysis of those events. I ran. I left work without a word and ran to school.

I waited with all the other parents with pained, wordless, horror and plaintive stares on their faces. When Malcolm came through the door that day, I ran and grabbed him up into my arms and didn’t let go. He was wrapped around me until he couldn’t stand it anymore.

Today was “Wacky Wednesday.” Yesterday was “Hat Day.” Monday was “Sports Day.” All the kids were absolutely adorable and amazingly wacky. I wish Wacky Wednesday was a weekly thing.

Tomorrow is Pajama Day. They excitedly went to bed in the pajamas they want to wear to school tomorrow. Of course they are skulls and bones and skeletons jammies. Perfect for Halloween. It’s been a fun week.

Not at all ruined by my emotional reminder of something that absolutely destroyed me for a very long time not quite yet three years ago.

School paperwork daze

Tucked away in the usual packet of permission slips to allow the school to take care of my child’s basic needs that was sent home with him today:

Consent to release of information:

Consent is assumed if it is not expressly withheld. Non-consent will disallow the following:

Photo and name in annual yearbook.
Media release allowing media and school, to photograph, video, and interview him. These can be posted on the school’s or district website or social media accounts and used by private media outlets.
Photograph and directory information can be posted in school or district directory.

Directory information is defined as: Parent or guardian name, student’s name and address, home telephone number, home email address, photograph, date of birth, date of enrollment, grade level, enrollment status, degree or award received, major field of study, participation in athletic programs, and other information that would not be considered harmful or an invasion of privacy if disclosed. It does not define “harmful” or “invasion of privacy” nor by whom that definition is made.

Any lack of response is considered consent.

I’m not fond of this form. Mixing consent for the yearbook with consent to allow him to participate in interviews and photographs by private media companies or SPS and posting them to SPS websites and social media channels is unfair. I would like to give consent for school and/or media release of this information on an individual basis but also not have him excluded from the yearbook.

Requiring blanket consent to these things just to have him included in the yearbook makes me uncomfortable. I’m going to send my comments to the school to see if there are any other options.

Am I missing something? This just doesn’t seem right.

First day of school!

“Did you take pictures of me at school? Haha… that’s me when I was confused!”

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First day of school half achieved. Malcolm refused to let me take pictures of him, so had to do it surreptitiously.

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But an hour after I dropped them off, at work loudly and excitedly telling everyone who stopped by my desk how relieved I was to be back, I got a call from the school nurse telling me Malcolm had a temperature over 100ยบ. She recommended taking him to see a doctor so I let his mom know. She suggested calling a telephone nurse consulting service, who then told me I was a bad parent for allowing my child to become so dehydrated and that I needed to get him to the ER immediately!

Loaded him into the car and shot off to Swedish ER. Along the way, every single person I talked to saw Malcolm talking, walking, alert, and responsive, then basically patted me on the head as though I was an overreacting, overprotective parent and suggested that I instead book an appointment with a physician in order to save a little money.

Well…

ER doctor: “Heh heh heh. It’s a cold and he look
s just fine. Definitely not dehydrated. Sometimes colds go on for several days and in varying degrees of severity. Let me get you some instructions about administering Tylenol and keeping a water bottle within reach.”

 

Strike is over!

Yaaaaaaaaaaay! But I sure hope Malcolm is healthy by Thursday. Both of my boys start school then. I’m going to cry. No I’m not. Yes I am.

Representative Assembly Votes to Suspend Strike; School Starts Thursday