Today, I took a kid to school to clear out her locker.
The week prior we got a lengthy, wordy email from the school board followed by a slightly shorter wordy email by the school asking us to follow protocol and arrive during the assigned window of time and date.
Wednesday would be for grade 7. Her homeroom was given a 2-hour window to accomplish this task.
The board email was dripping with liability lingo. I read most of it…seriously, sometimes I think they cut and paste the same paragraph over and over again and just move a few words into a different order.
There were 3 attachments and a link to go do a health check survey with Toronto Public Health. (Overkill, if you ask me. We all went into lockdown at the same time – we all know the same info.)
I followed all the directions online and then issued my own directions to the girl child.
“They want you to make a list and write down yada yada blah di blah,” I told her.
Mostly it was about returning her trombone.
When I cross-checked the board list with the school list of directives, it will surprise no one that the instructions didn’t match each other.
But alright. The board is providing guidelines to the school. Since my kid actually goes to the school we’ll follow their instructions.
We went to the school.
When we got there, we were greeted by a bottle of sanitizer and a number of masked ladies, posters warning us of infection risks and tape on the floor.
We sanitized and took our masked selves to the taped line on the floor two meters away from the table where another parent was registering.
“Stand behind the line,” the masked lady supervising us 🙄 told us uselessly. 🙄 (Sorry about the 🙄 but seriously 🙄 )
After our own registration (which was handled by three masked ladies who consulted piles of papers) and the instrument drop off we were released into the school and made our way up the stairs toward her locker.
No one wanted the list both emails told us to make.
Wait for it… 🙄
Upstairs, another masked lady stood guard near the grade 7 lockers.
The hallway was deserted.
My kid attempted to open her locker and discovered that she couldn’t remember her combination.
So we asked the masked lady what to do and she walkie-talkied the custodian who came to cut the lock off with a huge wrench.
My tween girl opened her locker and…
…that’s when I had a heart attack. 💔
OMG the mess. 😵
She had a legitimate reason (don’t they always) for the disorganization – no time to sort papers into binders between classes – so she simply shoved everything in her locker with no rhyme or reason…how she manages to get top grades like this is beyond me but whatever.
I thank my lucky stars I don’t have to go to school anymore… 😳
Anyway. We filled two bags with her stuff and exited by the assigned door, waving goodbye to the masked ladies.*
It is less than likely she will return to that school full time for her last year of middle school. She has expressed interest in homeschooling next year, but since we don’t yet know what school will look like in the fall, we decided for now, we’ll just put everything on the back burner.
If her dream to move to the country will in fact materialize, then this whole topic will need re-addressing next fall on a whole new level.
But for now: grade 7 for this kid is done in terms of visiting the school building, and in two weeks the academic side will also conclude.
Tomorrow, I get to take the teenager to his high school.
*My kid didn’t recognize any of the masked ladies as teachers. I suspect it was administrators with the board who were handling the locker-emptying thing since the school year is still on, and the teachers were probably busy with students and academics.