My daughter, aka, “The Girl” embarks upon her public school journey in September. Kindergarten, here she comes! Earlier this week “The Dude” and I took a field trip to her new school and registered her. Elementary schools have come a long way since my days as a youngin’, Circa 1500 BC. Computers in classrooms, foreign language charts, creativity bins, “rooms without walls”… Fast forward a couple of days and I decide to contact the PTO (Parent Teacher Organization) for her school to inquire about possibly joining in the Fall when The Girl is officially a student.
I’m a former for-profit sugar cookie artisan and current owner of a non-profit that donates themed cookies to charities. When I contacted the PTO, I envisioned myself donating cookies for various PTO-related events and occasionally attending meetings to help staff PTO-related events. You know, sort of like a bystander that sometimes participates. With these thoughts in mind, I filled out the PTO contact form and casually mentioned that I’m a photographer, have tech experience, am a former event planner and fundraiser. No big deal. Just thought I’d put that out there so they could place me where they see fit. Play to your strengths and all that good stuff.
A couple of hours later I received not one, but two emails from current PTO board members letting me know that there were several board positions available (President, VP, Volunteer Coordinator, etc…) and would I be interested in filling any of the positions as well as being part of the Yearbook Committee. Whoa. In my magnificent mind, I went from being a grassroots campaigner to the Barack Obama of the PTO. If I chose “President”, would I have my own Oval Office in a corner of the school library? Would I have a security team surrounding me at every PTO meeting to ward off perturbed parents and staff who didn’t agree with my agenda? The list of possibilities had both my mind and heart racing. It was gonna be awesome.
After I drifted back down to Earth I realized that I really didn’t care how I was involved, I just want to be involved in any organization that might affect The Girl’s elementary school experience. I’ve never been involved in any school-related org, as a parent, but I think I’ve found my calling. I’m going to grab the bull by the horns and throw my hat in the ring for President. Go big or go home, right? If not President, maybe Vice President because Joe Biden sure looks like he’s always having fun while President Obama’s hair gets whiter and whiter from the stress of the presidency.
Yeah Write, I’m back! While this post isn’t for the Yeah Write weekly challenge. It’s for their weekend writing series. I can get with moonshine (born and raised in Virginia!) and I’m proudly submitting this post for Yeah write’s Weekend Moonshine Grid. There’s something about moonshine and writing that makes me feel all happy inside.