Showing posts with label Parent Advisory Council. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Parent Advisory Council. Show all posts

Sunday, April 18, 2010

It's Sunday night...

It's 11:30.

I'm sitting in front of a stack of school invoices.

In the corporate world, you wouldn't submit $60,000 worth of invoices for reimbursement without first checking that the whole mess is reconciled...but heck, I have nothing better to do, right?

I want to go to bed.

I hate this crap. I *so* want to quit...

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Pics

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There is nothing better on a cold day than sitting by the fire, in the ghetto arm chair that your big sister crafted out of a Costco box and a pillow.

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Well, enjoying a book by the fire is very enjoyable, too. Even if the book is upside down.

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Scott, all dressed up to shovel. Two pairs of pants + long johns, 2 coats and 1 toque.

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Marshmallow pops for the bake sale at school. I planned on making more white chocolate ones, but frankly I got bored of the whole thing and figured I had done my share. Time to enjoy a coffee and Bailey's in front of the fire with my family.

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Sammy Sunshine's favourite new pass-time...unloading Scott's bottom drawer and then crawling away, leaving the mess for Mom to clean up.

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Our Christmas picture! Four bucks at Capilano mall, can't beat that. Then I just had to go on Monday to pick them up at WalMart...I don't get how other malls can charge upwards of $14 for this same service??? Unreal.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Ouch.

If this is what it feels like to work all day then I'm not interested lol. My feet hurt!!!

This is the first time I've sat down all day, other than dinner. Today, I ran all over town returning things, mailing things, doing PAC stuff, finishing Christmas crafts with the kids, finally getting my contribution to the school bake sale done, organizing said bake sale donations with various family members, wrapping my bake sale stuff, banking...plus some. I am pooped.

This is the part I don't like about Christmas...the running around like a chicken with its head cut off part. Not fun.

Friday, November 28, 2008

Friday

I'm sick. Blech.

Yesterday was Pizza Lunch day at school. It took 2 moms nearly an entire day to count money and sort the order forms, took me nearly 2 hours to roll all that coin, and then a student teacher had the *nerve* (more like lack-of-experience, I should say) to add the helpful hint, "You should get more parents to volunteer" AS SHE TOOK A SLICE OF PIZZA OUT OF THE KITCHEN, BELONGING TO A STUDENT, AND *ATE IT* .

What the...???

Actually, I wasn't there, as I was home sick with Jake. I got this info after the fact. I felt so rotten that one mom out of however many there are at that school had to sort through 170 pizza orders, 170 chocolate/white milks, 25 pizzas, and then make sure it was all in the classrooms before the lunch bell rang. Top it off with, this one mom had strep throat and a fever but didn't want the kids to miss lunch. And then this not-smart teacher comes up with that delicious piece of wit.

At the beginning of the year, we sent home forms asking for help throughout the year with various events: book fair, selling raffle tickets, pizza lunch. We received about 50 forms back, with phone numbers and email addresses, or people claiming that they wanted to help (evenings, weekends, whenever they could squeeze an hour in). So we emailed those 50 people asking for help on hot lunch day--sorting orders at home, taking their lunch hour to come to the school to help. You know how many answered this email? BIG FAT ZERO!!! How very rude. At least answer the freakin' email. Or don't send back the stupid form with your offer to help.

I know people work, that's a complete non-issue. I rolled $500 in change after the kids went to bed. My husband works 60+ hours per week and he puts together the student yearbook every single year in his free time (although he is now thinking that it's time that someone else steps up or the project just doesn't get done). Do you know some socialist countries requre that parents put in a set amount of volunteer hours at their kids' school? It's a requirement of the student's registration, and employers are expected to give their employees a morning or afternoon off once a month.

It has nothing to do with government money, and anyone that says that is copping out. It's sheer laziness, we're living in a society that thinks that raising their kids is everyone's responsibility but their own. That one person's comfort level is more important than their kids' well-being. Most people get 2 weeks holiday per year, but no way would they take even an hour of that time to make their kids' school a better place to be. It's all the fault of the governement, that they're not throwing enough money at the school system. What a load of crap. You can't tell me that not one out of 320 parents couldn't use their lunch hour to help out, or couldn't work a bit later that day so that they could take some personal time during the day. Never mind that our school doesn't do field trips anymore because no one will volunteer to chaperone.

And then: to hear parents sit in the playground after school complaining, "You know, at our old school, there was hot lunch every month and it was way better than Pizza Hut. And our old school had field trips all the time!"

I'm so pissed off right now...

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Tuesday night :o)

This is the latest I've been up in the last year, I think LOL...it's 1110pm, and everyone else has been in bed for hours. Scott's got my cold, I can hear him coughing every once in a while.

Tonight was the Parent Council Annual General Meeting at the school. I've taken on the monumental task of treasurer, because I was sure that no one else would want it (and I was right). The previous treasurer has moved on to junior high with her daughter, so she came over the other day and dumped a box full of loose papers and bank statements on my kitchen table...then smiled and told me, if you need any help just let me know!!! Oh my gosh, you should see the mess that these papers are in...I have to sort it all and compile a financial statement for the annual report. I was a fool to give up the post of secretary, a fool I tell you! Oh my gosh, I think I'm punch-drunk now, time for bed.

But the joke's on PAC because my math skills suck worse than my secretarial skills. Ha, that will teach them for entrusting all of their financial records to me LOL! You know, all I wanted to do was cook a few hot dogs when I signed on to this PAC stuff a few years back...