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Am I really that difficult to understand?

July 23rd, 2007 · 3 Comments · Photos, The BoyChild, You want whine with that

Last week we got the following message on our answering machine:

Hi there! This is Mrs. Secretary with the new school you were hoping the BoyChild could attend this fall. I’m calling because your name is on our waiting list here for enrollment for the ’07/’08 school term. I wanted to inform you that there is a spot available if you’re are still interested. Give us a call at . . .

And that was the exact message we received. I listened to it over and over so I could transcribed it and relay it to you accurately. Cause you know. It is possible that I misunderstood the message. Not likely that the Hubs and I would both misunderstand the message but I guess a possibility.

I was excited. This school has a 5:1 Teacher to Student Ratio. The average Class Size is 10 students. They teach the Alphabetic Phonics that the GirlChild is doing in her tutoring now. It is also mucho expensive. And realistically I can probably only afford to keep the BoyChild there for two weeks before I have to sell my soul to the devil or start selling ads on my blog. But I was, briefly, excited.

I called Mrs. Secretary and told her “yes! We are still interested!” I asked what we needed to do. She said, “you need to meet with the head of school.” And no, I’m not making that up. They don’t call the principal, “the principal,” they call her “the head of school.”

She asked when we were available. I said, “how about tomorrow afternoon after 2:00.”

I was already planning to take the afternoon off to meet with the dietician to talk about whether we are slowly starving the BoyChild by feeding him empty calories of cooked rice, rice flour, rice milk and more rice.

She put me on hold. And came back a few minutes later and said, “you really need to talk to Ms. Assistant Head of School. She’s not available. Can I have her call you?” So I gave her my various numbers; home, cell and office.

Today I got a call from Ms. Assistant Head of School. And she said, “this is Ms. Assistant Head of School and I’m returning your call.” And I said, “and how many I help you?” Because she didn’t say “I’m Mrs. Assistant Head of School from the new school you were hoping the BoyChild could attend this fall” so I didn’t have any way to place her. And she said, “I have a message to call you.” And I said, “do you have any idea why I wanted to talk to you?” And we bumbled around like that for a few awkward seconds until we got it figured out where she was from and why she was calling me.

And.

You’ve been expecting this, right?

It turns out they do NOT have a spot for the BoyChild in the fall. Apparently the assignment given to the school secretary was to call to see who wanted to remain on the waiting list. There are no spots available for the fall. Six little kiddos have to take a dive before the BoyChild can get a spot there.

I told them to leave him on their waiting list even though I have a spot for the BoyChild elsewhere. Cause. You know. It could happen.

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3 responses so far ↓

  • 1 missmamamoon // Jul 24, 2007 at 9:49 pm

    Oh argh! Frustrating! And lack of communication issues with that school!

  • 2 peepnroosmom // Jul 26, 2007 at 3:39 pm

    Well that just sucks!
    We had Peep in private school for 4 years and the waiting list was ungodly. I have no idea how he got in, but he did. Good luck with Boychild. You never know.

  • 3 Donna // Jul 30, 2007 at 7:01 pm

    I cannot believe they put you through that. I’d be more than disappointed — I’d be pissed off at them.

    Well, I have to agree with peepnroos mom above — you could still get in — or you could end up on another path that turns out to be a better one. Things do have a way of working out (one way or another).

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