Last month in Oceanside, N.Y., Christine Dougherty wrote to her son’s principal requesting that he not sit for the standardized state exams. In the letter, posted to United Opt Out National’s website, she asked that Joseph instead be “given an alternative real learning opportunity.” She received a ghastly response.
In my less-experienced days, I might have said, Sure no problem—what’s 30 minutes? even if it completely jacked my schedule. And then, too, I’d have complained about it here. But like I said, I’m getting good at dealing with this passive-aggressive style of parenting.
It makes no sense that my baby could be tucked safely in
bed while Sybrina Fulton’s was being profiled, stalked and murdered by a
self-appointed neighborhood policer and negro-phobe who, more than a
month-and-a-half later, still has not been arrested.
Last week, a parent at my school planned a parent-child
walkout during school hours. She asked that we gather with our children
for all of 30 minutes to say that we oppose the draconian cuts that
could reduce our teaching staff to nearly half of what it is currently,
and that the coming explosion in class sizes is unacceptable and not in
our children’s best interest.
Yes, my opening bid for Beach Body Boot Camp was also the only bid
for Beach Body Boot Camp. And this is how I came to find myself at 8
a.m. two Saturdays ago, not snuggled in bed with a cup of coffee and The New Yorker, but, rather, standing in some sci-fi, medieval place not quite Game of Thrones and not quite Beyond Thunderdome.
But this column is not about one school’s innovative
money-raising methods, because many schools are doing that. No, it’s
really about various trends I’ve noted and have come to enjoy in some
manner—either in an I-love-it kind of way or, more frequently, in an
Ah-jeeze-that-one’s-scary kind of way.