The surliness of the front office and guidance office people haven’t changed a bit.
What is it about middle school? It really seems to bring out the worst in people. Including me.
Brett and I arrived about 15 minutes before the scheduled opening of Open House. We wandered around a bit, not going into the area where they were still setting up, just looking around. Some woman from the guidance office came barreling over hollering at us that they aren’t ready for us because it’s still 15 minutes before the scheduled time to begin and we need to get back over into the lobby area (you know, one foot away from where we were standing). The other parents grabbed their children and ran. I have to admit, I stood my ground. I’m stubborn like that.
Seriously, it wasn’t so much what she said as how she said it. And I have to admit, it immediately got my back up and I responded in kind…it wasn’t what I said, it was how I said it (yes, I am ashamed I let some unhappy old grouch bring me down to her level).
For the next hour, I had a number of opportunities to see her interact with other people. Same attitude; same tone. None of the women working the front office or the guidance office were smiling or seemed happy.
Ahhhh…just as I remembered it from the Shawn and Sarah era. Both of our kids had miserable experiences at this school. I had hoped that with a change in principal (p-r-i-n-c-i-p-a-l…the princiPAL is our pal) that things might be different. Shawn calls his two years there as, and I quote, the most miserable two years of my life, end quote. He does NOT want to teach middle school and will tell you it is because of his own 7-8th grade experience.
Having said that, we did run into some nice and helpful people. All four of whom told us it was their first year teaching there. Wonder how long it will be before they succumb to the unhappy disease?
I know that not all middle schools are like this, but why can’t we attend one of them???
Okay, ‘nuf griping.
Repeat after me…Brett is going to have a great seventh grade year! I told him that like, 20 times over lunch after open house. Sigh. I need to step up my prayer on it.