Griffin had a gggggrrrrreeeeeaaaaattttt!!! day back at school yesterday. Me? Not so much.
And no, it's not because my baby was going to first grade. Hell, I was the mom giving high-fives to other parents in the hallway and was pumping my fists in the air.
I didn't have a great day because our school is ran by a bunch of rude fucking idiots and basically, I'm fucking tired of it.
And really, what should I expect after my shitty experience last year? Why am I so damn surprised?
The saving grace is that I really, really like his teacher. Love his teacher. She's awesome, she understands the allergies, no problem.
No, my issues lie with the principal and in his staff, like the teacher (who had no name tag on) took it upon herself to yell at me for parking somewhere I shouldn't have. Okay, I understand letting me know I shouldn't have parked there but yelling at me? Continuously? After I apologized? After I said I wasn't aware? Continuously yelling? Uncalled for and unnecessary. It's shit like that that starts the whole damn year off on the wrong foot.
And then? Having the nurse call me and lecture me for not wanting Griffin to sit at the Peanut Free Table. Seriously? We've gone over this for over a year. I don't mind re-explaining allergies, I want you to understand but to actually call my intelligence into question and tell me I'm not doing what's best for my son? You have got to be fucking kidding me.
I have been wanting to switch Griffin into a different elementary school in our district for over a year. I keep hoping that they get it and manage to at least be civil. Aaron's finally to the point that he's ready to switch as well. He was the voice of giving it a year, of holding on, educating them.
But because of his teacher, because of my stupid faith in wanting to Get Along and Do My Best I'm trying to hold on, trying to not take it personally, trying to work with this forsaken bunch of idiots because I like Griffin's teacher and he loves it there. He has friends, he knows his extracurricular teachers, he likes it there. I don't want to uproot him and switch him somewhere else because it would be easier for me, even though it may potentially be better for him.
No one told me being a parent was going to be so damn political.