Something That Would NEVER Happen in a Big City
On Friday afternoon around 4:45, the doorbell rang. I was expecting a UPS delivery, so I hopped up and walked to the front door. In my house, if it isn’t the 7-year-old next-door neighbor boy at the door, it is big excitement. Everyone, including the dog races to open the door first. Well, one of the kids got to the door first and flung it open and declared, “Mrs. B!”
It was DS7’s teacher standing at the door! She was just leaving school and noticed his lunchbox that he had left behind. Also, I had baked chocolate chip cookies for the class today (DS7 was “friend of the week” and got to bring a snack to share) and several cookies were left. She wanted to deliver those back to us as well. I manged to convince her to keep the cookies.
She went on her way, and I went back to my chair, chuckling. It is funny enough to have all of my kids friends, families, and the teachers know where we live. But it is just wild to me, coming from a very large, lawsuit-paranoid city, to have teachers stopping by the house–and even bringing the whole class, field-trip style, like they did when DS10 broke his arm.
And did I tell you all about the time DS7 got sick at school? I was at home in the early afternoon, and DD3 (then 2 and still willing to nap) was asleep. I couldn’t leave her, so the school secretary signed DS7 out and let him walk home. Or another time, when DS10 had a bad headache at school. Once again, DD3 was asleep, so they let DS10 run home to take an advil and then run back to school.
Anyway, it was a pleasant and funny surprise to have DS7’s teacher pop by our house on her way home. I love our town!!
February 15th, 2006 at 6:51 am
I think I want to live in a small town, I love stories like this! Of course, I never really have, so perhaps I am naieve.
Do you think being in a small town helps make public school work better?