My eighth grader came home with a six panel flyer about his upcoming high school orientation. It’s just a two hour visit to our local public school–a place he has visited dozens of times for various events. The dense flyer started with a detailed “Introduction”, a breakdown of the “Four Components” of “Step Up Day” (are we talking four-year-olds or fourteen-year-olds?) and a detailed “Schedule for the Visit”, broken down in 15 minute increments.
Finally, there was a two part “Permission Form”, requiring our insurance carrier numbers, emergency phone instructions, doctor contacts, and explicit confirmation of exactly how my son would get home. The choices were:
- Picked up by his/her parent in LHS lot
- Picked up by ________________
- Walk unsupervised from LHS to home or other destination
- Other: __________________
Mind you, this is a child who was occasionally taking Dublin public buses at age ten, with his little Irish friends. Now at fourteen, I am supposed to tell the school administration exactly how he will traverse the dangerous suburban 1/4 mile to our home? I don’t think so.
Here’s a real-life example of our life in Dublin. One of our sons was scheduled for a several day school field trip to….the U.K. Enroute to a ferry from the coast of Ireland, the class of 11-year-olds boarded a bus in front of their school at 5:30 AM. As one boy went to get on the bus, a teacher stopped him,
Seamus. Your parents never turned in the permission forms or paid for the trip.
Oh did they not? Well they said I could go.
Well, hop up on the bus, so.
You can see why I balked at the form last night. When I came to filling out the transport option part of the “Permission Form-Part 2”, I provided:
- Other: HELICOPTER
I’m waiting for the phone call from Dean Cole.