So many things make me feel old these days that I’m starting to think maybe I am!
Because I am not capable of understanding how to filter my Facebook news feeds I was met, both yesterday and today, by a wave of messages regarding children’s return to school dates. Why is it it that such a simple question requires such debate?
When I was younger, indeed when my children were younger, the school provided a printed list of term dates which would be secured to a cupboard door, or copied into a calendar, apparently this still happens.
So forgive my confusion on awakening and knowing what meetings I had to attend, what depot I had to visit and which way my ‘to do’ list was ordered, for being somewhat confused as to how so many people have missed such an obvious date. Children are not a surprise, you will have had them for some time, neither is the fact that they attend school for even if its a new school you will have been advised of the school term times, its not written in code on the second post in the school fence. Are there an army of women waking around the country saying ” oh god kids, where did they come from, I guess I had better find out if there is a school to take them to?” I don’t believe so.
How could you not know, or at least have a record, of school term times? That’s like me ringing my boss and asking if its Saturday today, to think we gave you the vote how on earth will you remember another date? Simply a waste of paper.
Or perhaps I am misunderstanding all of this discussion, perhaps it is part of the social etiquette of the school gate? If you fail to appear as if you didn’t know do you get shunned for being some form of teachers pet? ‘Ooo look at her she thinks she is so good because she knew when school started’ are you then condemned to 5 years of bullying on the school run?
I thought briefly that it was simply that there was a human limit on dates and that mums had used there’s up remembering little Joan who played with Darren who once visited uncle Bob’s birthday but it can’t be that because my mum remembered those same obscure events and still didn’t need a server farm the size of Sweden and a billion odd miles of fibre optic to ask the neighbour if the kids were back at school today.