Because I have Two children that are school age; two children that brought home folders weighing approximately 2 lbs a piece. Those folders contain paperwork that if not filled out immediately by me the end of the world will come about. Okay, maybe I exaggerate slightly, but I am pretty sure that at the very least all the puppies and kittens in the world will perish and chocolate will no longer exist…
I have nothing against supplying helpful information about my children for the school system. What I take offense in is that the same questions are repeated over and over. I feel like a prisoner of war being interrogated! Name, rank, serial number…over and over!
Excuse me, but my child is still the same sex, has the same birth date, parents, address, phone number, medical information and contact people that were listed on the first five papers that I filled out. Am I being punished for something my children did in the past? Are you trying to confuse me? I get the strange feeling that this is more than just ordinary paperwork; perhaps some kind of psychological testing you are performing on me.
If only there was some kind of technology invented in the world where you could place all of my children’s pertinent information and then just simply retrieve it when needed…if only!
Teachers; be warned! By the time I fill out all the massive informational papers I hardly feel cooperative in writing about my child in the special parent survey so you can learn about him or her. I can not be held responsible for my answers; you drove me to this point!
Child’s special hobbies and interests: bomb making, taxidermy, reading about serial killers…
Best way your child learns: My child learns best when taught by the song and dance method; preferably opera and polka.
Things I should know about your child: Deathly allergic to anything blue or yellow, has a foot fetish, has a medical condition, “shadow syndrome”; where the child repeats and does everything the teacher does, almost potty-trained…
Fingers going numb! Can-no-longer-type…heading to my physical therapist appointment! I just hope they don’t have to amputate…