Ok, I already talked about the North Carolina preschooler with the non-USDA approved lunch that failed inspection and got replaced by chicken nuggets. Stupid, yes, but probably not widespread, right?
Actually, it seems that the lunch inspection was part of a national points system that affected the school’s public perception. Another parent has come forward to complain that her daughter’s lunch was also set aside in favor of a mostly fried lunch from the cafeteria. Possibly the funniest thing was the letter sent home to parents to explain this.
The entire memo is disturbing. The lunches children bring from home are part of the grading system for the “NC Star Rated License”? Why is the school responsible for that? How was the school lunch that was condescendingly substituted in compliance with these guidelines?
Just as glaring a problem, however, was the grammar. My DH forwarded the link to our home account under the subject line, “Principals of Elementary Grammar.” Yes, the pun is intended; the principal signed this thing, probably after multiple people theoretically proofread it, but doesn’t understand principles of grammar that a grade schooler should know.
She is the principal of a public school, one of those eminently qualified “experts” we’re supposed to hand our children over to for schooling, and, yet, there are commas where they obviously don’t belong, missing commas, an incomplete sentence, missing words, and sentences that fail to communicate what she meant. This is “High Expectations from…”?
It reminds me of the two women at the cutting counter of our local fabric store who couldn’t figure out how many inches are in a foot or how to fulfill my request for, “A foot and a half of this, please.” The experienced woman explained to the new hire that there are nine inches in a foot (I quietly corrected her). Then they couldn’t figure out how to enter it into the computer by inches instead of fractions of a foot. There was a clearly labelled ruler glued to the edge of the cutting table which showed that 18 inches lined up with precisely half a yard, but, of course, they’d miscomputed what a foot and a half was (I think they’d decided on sixteen inches). I had gone over this little math problem on the way in with my second grader and was just hoping he wouldn’t loudly blurt out the explanation of the correct solution while they struggled. He had gotten it right, but these two women who probably graduated from public high school and worked in a freaking fabric store couldn’t remember how many inches are in a foot or how to figure out “half”. I worried a bit less about how homeschooling had gone that week.
Of course, the problem with schooling today (in addition to the horrible hazard that is bag lunches!) is those awful, dangerous, unsocialized homeschoolers! Those parents might not really care at all about what their kids are learning! Who’s checking up on them? What standards are they fulfilling? What if they *gasp* teach the children to embrace a rigid sense of right and wrong?!? What if they become moralizing grammar police and write blogs laughing at our self-righteous memos about the necessity of inspected bag lunches for our point system when we’re turning out graduates who can’t read, principals who can’t use commas, and people who don’t know how many inches are in a foot? We won’t get a pretty silver star on our progress chart!!! *sniff* *sob* I need to go sit in the “hurt feelings” corner until my self esteem comes back…