It was back to school night last night. You know, the evening, parents show up without the kids and we find out what our children will be learning during the year.
It’s also the night when parents sign up for all sorts of classroom volunteer jobs.
One of the requests from the teachers is to set up a time to come in and talk to the children about your chosen profession, trade or job. Of course the parents who are a fireman, cook, dentist, bank teller, policeman, etc. are always welcomed with open arms.
“The kids will love it when you come in!” The enthusiasm is overwhelming.
However, for me and my husband, the mention of our chosen professions during back to school night, are…well…let’s just say… we don’t quite feel the love.
I guess it’s just the way the teachers contort their faces when I reveal our professions. Obstetrics and gynecology and winemaking just don’t mix with small children.
I don’t blame them. In a way it kind of makes me laugh.
I know I could perform a real spiffy demonstration on fermentation, maybe when the kids are in higher grades.
For now, I’ll stick to planning class parties and driving on field trips, everyone seems to be alright with that.