end of the school year open letters
Dear Ms D:
Thank you for letting me go on that little rant that day, about Middle. Look! He's really fine!
Thank you too for giving me a little nudge before a teacher needed to call. It's true, I'd rather hear from you. I hope you have a wonderful labor and delivery in August, but I have to warn you: don't EVEN THINK about quitting. There's no way I can do junior year and all that college prep crap without you.
Sincerely,
Dear Ms S:
Your help this year with Youngest was invaluable. I wish he could meet with you weekly over the summer, and I think he probably feels the same way. If Ms D decides to vacate her position up at the high school do you think you could just move up there with Youngest?
Enjoy your summer,
Dear Middle School Nurse:
I'm sorry I never learned your name. Thanks for being there with the inhaler and the soft touch and especially for that day when you sent both of us home with a hug. I truly appreciate having you there.
And, again, sorry about the whole name thing...
Best,
To The Woman Who Sits At The Front Desk:
Hi! it's me, crazy Mrs. B, with the kid in blue 7.
Thanks for getting the trumpet/homework/inhaler/shorts/textbook/homework/collage to Youngest!
Holla!
Attention Security Guards At The High School:
You're kidding, right? with those blue windbreakers?
Also, Middle was NOT a junior this year, so he never should have been 'allowed' off campus.
Forget it...
he never got into any trouble anyway.
xox,
Dear Adorable Night Call Lady:
I've enjoyed our chats this year. Are you really 88? I've been working on reminding Middle to punch in and out during his band periods and it seems to have worked - so, while I hope never to hear from you again, I would like to say that you do your job of calling parents regarding 'cuts' with real charm and verve.
Keep up the good work.
Yours,
To My Favorite Crossing Guard:
Thanks for keeping my kids from being hit by cars.
Put your feet up!
Hugs,
Thank you for letting me go on that little rant that day, about Middle. Look! He's really fine!
Thank you too for giving me a little nudge before a teacher needed to call. It's true, I'd rather hear from you. I hope you have a wonderful labor and delivery in August, but I have to warn you: don't EVEN THINK about quitting. There's no way I can do junior year and all that college prep crap without you.
Sincerely,
Dear Ms S:
Your help this year with Youngest was invaluable. I wish he could meet with you weekly over the summer, and I think he probably feels the same way. If Ms D decides to vacate her position up at the high school do you think you could just move up there with Youngest?
Enjoy your summer,
Dear Middle School Nurse:
I'm sorry I never learned your name. Thanks for being there with the inhaler and the soft touch and especially for that day when you sent both of us home with a hug. I truly appreciate having you there.
And, again, sorry about the whole name thing...
Best,
To The Woman Who Sits At The Front Desk:
Hi! it's me, crazy Mrs. B, with the kid in blue 7.
Thanks for getting the trumpet/homework/inhaler/shorts/textbook/homework/collage to Youngest!
Holla!
Attention Security Guards At The High School:
You're kidding, right? with those blue windbreakers?
Also, Middle was NOT a junior this year, so he never should have been 'allowed' off campus.
Forget it...
he never got into any trouble anyway.
xox,
Dear Adorable Night Call Lady:
I've enjoyed our chats this year. Are you really 88? I've been working on reminding Middle to punch in and out during his band periods and it seems to have worked - so, while I hope never to hear from you again, I would like to say that you do your job of calling parents regarding 'cuts' with real charm and verve.
Keep up the good work.
Yours,
To My Favorite Crossing Guard:
Thanks for keeping my kids from being hit by cars.
Put your feet up!
Hugs,
Comments
Like a bad flash back.
Ick.
(The new counselor is supposed to be good, though. And in fact, I already kind of know her because her daughter and my girl child were classmates/best pals this year. But still, oy.)
With the exception of an e-mail I sent out a few months ago to my son's former HS guidance counselor. We were both literally holding our breaths as he walked across the stage to get his HS diploma. I e-mailed him thanking him for his support in not giving up on kid (some, majority of teachers had--not blaming them, just mentioning it) and for pushing him, along with me, to not give up, academics-wise. Just thanked him again and advised him son made Dean's list at college this year!
"Thank you for NOT punishing my son when he was found in his girlfriend's study at 9pm."
Which is what I should be doing.
I'm sure you're a delightful person, but you need a little training in a) knowing the difference between hives and chicken pox, and b) understanding when a certain young man is faking that stomach ache. Especially when it's the fifth or sixth time.
Sincerely,