school parking
Dec. 10th, 2004 08:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I looked out the window a moment ago, hoping to see Piet pulling into our driveway with my non-dm cough syrup in hand.
It is five minutes before the bell rings at the school across the street. It is raining. Hence, every parent who isn't actually at work at this time decided to drive their child the two blocks to school, rather than have the little darlings get wet or carry an umbrella. Our street is impassable for about ten minutes every morning, and rainy mornings are much worse.
There was a white pickup truck parked across our driveway. There were cars legitimately parked in front of our house and every other house on the street, so there were no actual parking spaces. Instead of dropping their child off and leaving, though, this family decided to park illegally in front of our driveway and turn off the motor, keeping their child safe and warm for the last two minutes before the bell rang.
I put my parka over my pyjamas, jammed my sockless feet into my slippers, and went out to talk to them.
"Excuse me, but you're blocking our driveway," I said in my croaking sick-voice. "My husband will be home any minute and will have nowhere to park."
They demurred, and said they'd move. Last I saw, they were moving, all right - with Junior still in the car.
Heaven save us from parents who won't let their kids get a drop of rain on them, but see no problem with having the TV babysit them every afternoon.
The bell just rang, so every car on our street is now trying to exit their parking spots and go home at exactly the same time. I wonder how the kids manage to sing along to the national anthem with all that honking.
It is five minutes before the bell rings at the school across the street. It is raining. Hence, every parent who isn't actually at work at this time decided to drive their child the two blocks to school, rather than have the little darlings get wet or carry an umbrella. Our street is impassable for about ten minutes every morning, and rainy mornings are much worse.
There was a white pickup truck parked across our driveway. There were cars legitimately parked in front of our house and every other house on the street, so there were no actual parking spaces. Instead of dropping their child off and leaving, though, this family decided to park illegally in front of our driveway and turn off the motor, keeping their child safe and warm for the last two minutes before the bell rang.
I put my parka over my pyjamas, jammed my sockless feet into my slippers, and went out to talk to them.
"Excuse me, but you're blocking our driveway," I said in my croaking sick-voice. "My husband will be home any minute and will have nowhere to park."
They demurred, and said they'd move. Last I saw, they were moving, all right - with Junior still in the car.
Heaven save us from parents who won't let their kids get a drop of rain on them, but see no problem with having the TV babysit them every afternoon.
The bell just rang, so every car on our street is now trying to exit their parking spots and go home at exactly the same time. I wonder how the kids manage to sing along to the national anthem with all that honking.
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Date: 2004-12-10 02:06 pm (UTC)In fact the entire winter is like that, and then in the spring they start outside lineups again.
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Date: 2004-12-10 02:57 pm (UTC)I hope you feel better today, Teach. :)
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Date: 2004-12-10 03:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-10 03:41 pm (UTC)I think what happened this morning is that it had stopped raining until five minutes before the kids started showing up. So the teachers getting outside found out it was raining again, but the bell was about to ring so they stayed out. It wasn't really pouring, either. When it was up to me to make that decision last spring, the deciding factor was: is it raining hard enough that the kids will be made uncomfortable by their wet clothes all morning? If the answer was no, they stayed outside. I think it would have been a tough call this morning, but I didn't have to make it.
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Date: 2004-12-10 03:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-10 03:51 pm (UTC)Such a shame that it hurts my throat to laugh.
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Date: 2004-12-10 03:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-10 04:27 pm (UTC)When I was in grade school, we sang God Save the Queen, too. :) That changed when I was in grade 2, about the time Trudeau gave us a constitution to replace the British North America Act.
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Date: 2004-12-10 04:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-10 05:34 pm (UTC)This seems like a very American thing to do, now that I think about it. They don't sing it in France either. Then again, I can't picture a less appropriate song for an elementary school than La Marseillaise, so that shouldn't surprise me.
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Date: 2004-12-10 05:40 pm (UTC)I had to sing "God Save the Queen" AND "O! Canada!" every morning until I was nine... and then just "O! Canada" after that.
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Date: 2004-12-11 02:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-11 05:48 pm (UTC)I remember singing hymns from time to time. In particular, i remember singing, "This is my Father's World" in grade 1. The theme music from LOTR always brings that hymn to mind; it has the same opening phrase. Those disappeared about the same time the Lord's Prayer did. I think it happened earlier in Toronto than in the rest of the province; I know it was gone for me by middle school, which was when I moved to TO, but Piet and others have told me they kept on much longer than that.
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Date: 2004-12-10 04:42 pm (UTC)And you have to stand for it, of course. :)
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Date: 2004-12-10 05:36 pm (UTC)You know, I don't know the Maple Leaf Forever? The only time I've ever heard it sung all the way through was when Anne Murray sang it for the closing of Maple Leaf Gardens. I knew enough to sing along with the first verse, but not the rest. I know the melody, of course, just not the words.
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Date: 2004-12-10 05:41 pm (UTC)And I sang "God Save the Queen" until 3rd grade.