High School Days-jà-vu
No, I am not a teen mom and, to my knowledge, neither are any of the other parents at Saint So-and-So, but you’d never know it judging from preschool pick-up… There are the mean girls who are probably spreading rumors about all of us, but we can’t say for sure since they don’t actually talk to anyone else.
There’s the bubbly head cheerleader who says, “Hi! (wave, wave, wave)” to everyone and the cool girl who would like to hang out, but is far too involved with her older boyfriend… er, kid to have the time.
The slackers roll in wearing yesterday’s sweats. The jocks talk about their workout. Then, there’s that one nerdy dad who’s in a totally awesome band, but doesn’t quite know how to approach the girls.
The geeks are a given. They park their Porsches far, far away from my dirty station wagon and keep their spare iPads in Italian leather cases.
A few days ago, a friend and I were musing about the way in which high school seems to follow us throughout our lives. It’s uncanny, since for most people (myself included) high school wasn’t exactly the best of times. It wasn’t the worst of times either, but I was certainly ready to move on once it ended.
I assumed everyone else felt this way. Yet, wherever I go and whatever I do, be it work, moms clubs, or blogging, there’s always someone who wants to turn it into a popularlity contest. They form their little clique and, in the words of Heidi Klum, “One day you're in, the next day you're out.”
In the case of my son’s school, the other parents generally seem nice. Well, except for the “mean girls” but I don’t know that for certain since, again, they won’t talk to me…
Personalities being what they are, I suppose we just naturally fell into these little patterns. The problem is we’ve never really had much of an opportunity to get to know one another between rushing our kids into school and trying to get them to come home.
would be really helpful if there could be some sort of pot-luck family barbecue/meet-and-greet at the beginning of next school year.
Except I didn’t just say that. Instead, I went the non-confrontational and indirect route of asking who the room parent for next year will be.
Organizing something like this seems like a job for that person. It would easy enough to plan. The school already has the facilities. He or she just has to add it to the current list of holiday parties, field trips, charity trike-a-thons, fund raisers… Yikes!
“There isn’t a room parent yet, but I’ve been hoping that YOU would volunteer!” the PreK director cheerfully replied.
Stunned and apparently learning nothing about peer pressure in my first go-round of high school, I said, “Sure… um, okay. I mean, Yeah, I’ll do it.”
How this former theater geek will do as class president, we’ll just have to see. Wish me luck.
Grace Duffy got an A+ in AP Psychology and scored a 5 on the exam before going on to earn her Masters degree in Marketing. After reading all those textbooks about how to talk to people, you'd think she'd be better at phrasing grievances. Between PTO meetings and steering committees, Grace can be found at her personal blog, Formerly Gracie, or on Twitter @graceduffy.