Wednesday, September 13, 2006

I Caught Ya!

Last night, I attended two school open houses. One was for the Door Man and his Kindergarten class, and the second, one hour later, was for Queen Bee and her second grade class.

Every year, the principal (who is a very lovely lady) gets up in front, gives her little spiel to the parents (who are seriously under-represented because I know for a fact that there are more than 30 families who have Kindergarten students in that school. But I digress). She talks about the goals and mission statement of the school, and how she would like the parents to hold the hands of the children as they embark upon their education in our school system.

Then she introduces the teachers, who are then dismissed to their classrooms to prepare for the onslaught of parents.

The parents remain in the gymnasium to then listen to the words of the PTO president. She has been the president of the PTO since Queen started in the school two years ago. So I am on my third presentation of the SAME speech. Same words. Same goals. Same fundraisers. If there is a new fundraiser, it is reduced to a sticky note, which is read at the end of her presentation.

Even though I have heard this speech three times already, I decide to listen to her presentation during the Kindergarten portion. Our primary and elementary schools are split out in some locations. Ours is one of them, so we have a sister school that houses the third through fifth graders. The PTO runs programs and fundraisers for both schools.

It has always been my belief that the PTO puts most of its money where the President's kids go to school. And last night, I think I caught her making such an admission.

At the Kindergarten speech, she discussed how they want to raise money for "new playground equipment at XX school (the sister elementary school)" and "improvements at YY school (my kids' school)."

And where do her kids, as well as a majority of the PTO's officers' kids, go to school? Well, at XX school.

At the second grade speech, it was revised to "new equipment and improvements at the two schools."

Yeah. Ambiguity is thy name, PTO President. But not with me, sister. I'm on to ya and your organization!

3 Comments:

Blogger Waya said...

Oh, that's terrible!! I think it's time to nominate a new PTO president...what do you think? Yeah, YOU can run it, I know you can!!

My neighbor is the new PTO president this year, and she's great. Thank goodness someone is representing for me.

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Blogger Knitting Maniac said...

No offense to any PTO presidents out there, but I don't have the "kept wife" look about me. At least, that is the look you need in this small town!

2:24 PM  
Blogger Pass The Torch said...

Very interesting. Everything is political, isn't it?

Now if you were to run for office, you'd have those schools ship shape. And you'd rock the kept wife look too. Who says that can't change with the times?

Kelly
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