I would like to say it was because of my super organizational skills, my calm demeanor and in the immortal words of Hansel (he’s so hot right now) from Zoolander, my ability to go Monk and pull my underwear out of my ass. But no. My favourite time of the year had crept up on me like some psycho doll again: School meeting time! But this time, the meeting, like a hydra, grew another head. And I somehow managed to be in charge of slaying one of them. I know, I know- a most unlikely candidate to chair a meeting: the one person who hates meetings with a passion and wishes everybody would just shut up. Now that I put it that way though, maybe I was the right choice…
Anyway. Monday began with a usual work day. I had to leave a little early to get to my first school gabfest which began at 16:30. Now at 16:30, the meeting about the meetings, or as I like to call it, the meta-meeting began. This was for all the class representatives to see if they did not want to space the class meetings out in order to allow parents with more than one kid in the class to attend. Now this is a sensible order of business and I could get behind this notion, having been in htat same predicament myself. But then, the next order of business was to “address the problem with the group I represented”. I spent the next hour and a half talking, defending, getting exasperated (trying to go monk and partially succeeding) about why a meeting was cancelled in December. This was exceptional on my part as I had no idea why it had been cancelled, was not the one who cancelled it and was secretly thankful it was cancelled.
Things I learned:
Class meetings are obligatory in this school
You are never too old to feel like a scolded school child
People like to revel in the misfortune of others (okay- I already knew this one)
Now. On to the next meeting. I was waiting for my two fellow class representatives to show up, hoping that one of them would have the final draft of the agenda for the meeting. She did not show up, and although I was chairing it, I had no agenda. My other representative might have been there, except I don’t know her and she never came up to me to help. Not an auspicious beginning. After having been coached at the other meeting and told not to let the teacher take over, the teacher promptly took over. I must admit though, the meeting was the best we had so far- not because I was chairing it (my participation was paltry and of no account) but because we actually got stuff done and certain aspects clarified. And of course it only lasted two hours instead of the painful three and half hours it usually does.
Things I learned:
-A fist of whiskey and two extra strength advil certainly takes the edge off
-Sometimes it is hard to distinguish between humility and not caring (in that the experience was degrading and condescending and I would be upset about it if I cared more- I am choosing to think that it is just because I am humble enough to accept criticism)
-If I had known about these meetings before having children, I might have reconsidered.
And that was just Monday.